Ill Camille - Black Gold lyrics

ILL CAMILLE young chicks developin' hips
Innocence is lost
County building overly crowded
We pay the cost in the back of the alleys
Fiends barter for powder
Money, power, respect self-proclaimed bosses
Buck pads and blunt raps
The first of the month
Gotta put paper and aim to make somethin'
See ya faking 'til you make it livin
In the land of the stars
Side hustles and work supplementing ya job
A block of "Gee
God we livin' beyond our means"
Little shops is full, stomachs stay on E
Can you find us a leader? Maneuver like sheep
Freedom ain't free, forgetting that the meek
Shall inherit the Earth
With no college degree
Guess it's back to the corner
Back packin' the heat


The repass is crackin' the homie RIP
D's on that, regal, ghetto loyalty

We all rise, all fall for the same things
We all live, all die for the same things
See I be doin' my best just to maintain
See I be doin' my best just to make way
We all rise, all fall for the same thing

Ayo I spent 500 on the boomin' system
Just to make sure they all
Know when I pull up
Red bottoms, green money, treated as targets
Boolay, black market
We gon' get it regardless for the low
Perils of being crabs in a barrel
Fair-weather friends and my foes
Wish 'em farewell
It was serpents lurkin' in the
Grass I couldn't see 'em bible or the Torah
Needed somethin' to believe in
When I was six
Knew a boy molested by the preacher man
We lackin' balance long money
Short attention spans
I'm just tryin' to execute my plans
Before I kick the can
Hopin' marriage in my future
Forty is approachin' fast
Forgot to drive slow
Went off track a few times
Thank God for a hard flow
And an impeccable grind
Wear a lotta caps, hustla, I fit that bill
All my people dealin' with life's ills
For real
But y'all rather watch the clock tick
But I ain't wastin' not a minute, yeah
I got three eyelids
Yeah, the whole system's divisive
Look atcha' mobile devices
The patriotic sirens
They be slaughterhousin' all our profit's
Just to generate a profit
"Ooh, they got them scopes out
Wonder why they always talk morbid?"
Poverty-stricken, leavin' victims
Widows, and orphans forget the Forbes list
We worth a fortune
That's why I hit 'em with the 'ism
I'm dark tinted, but thank God my heart isn't
Left and right wing
Same team all politickin'
They be acting like some, "nah nah
I don't feel 'em" so we stay the high
Man rest in peace Ms phillis
Granny raisin' Mama children: we
Product of the village
Crossin' borders with our families
Hidden in the pickups
Barter, Sister learned the game then
Always paid for it ghetto rituals
We blessin' the bottle 'fore we sip it
Black lips, no stars, I can African pen 'em
My people stand back from the
Center with they chin up one God, one code
Seventh letter stay stickin'
To the land of milk and honey
I'm knowin' the day come
Liberation is gangsta

We all rise, all fall for the same things
We all ride, all die for the same things
We all, all feel for the same things
See, I be doin' my best just to maintain
We all rise all fall for the same things
We all kill

"Y'all listen to the lil' lady
And getcha hearts togetha
Talk about taking chances
What do you think you're doing every
Time you pick up a gun
And get to so-called gang-warrin' witch
Ya own people-over turf
Somethin' don't none a' ya own cause
The white man owns it
That's right the white man owns
Every nook and cranny
Every alley and every freeway every
City and every Goddamn swamp
The white man owns it why?
Cause the white man got up off
His ass and took it
All y'all want a piece of it?
Well the only way y'all gon' get it is
To get up off yo asses and take it back"