Beads & Braids Nappy Roots

Yeah, oh yes
I’m coming on a black on black charger
Flawless to perfection
My selection never harder
Nappy til’ I die
Still keep it sharper than a barber
Fresher than a marker
That wrote the verse you quote
Excuse me sir., I beg your pardon

Niggas out here starving
Hungry for the chance
Any opportunity you got
Just to stay advanced
On the latest greatest fashion
Whatever floats your boat
Throw [?] buy a mansion
And yes, I ain’t no joke

We are the realest that you witness
It’s been a long time
Long story short
The music business tried to
Pimp us, tried to kill us
Tried to break a nigga spirit to no avail
Now you hear us and we are back for the third
Motherfucker record deal
No more slave to the rhythm
Never stitching’ never [?]
Yes, I burnt a couple bridges
But the bridges wasn’t real
They were faker than the haters
In my grill sayin’ chill
If I was you I would probably do the same thing