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THat Part (那部分) (Black Hippy Remix) - Schoolboy Q
Written by：Q. Hanley/R. La Tour/D. Jackson/K. Gomringer/T. Gomringer/M. Spears/K. West
Me no conversate with the fake that part

All my independent that part

I just want the paper that part

All my flavored

That part that part that part that part

It's impossible to love it if you don't come from it
It's things that goes on you just can't stomach
I seen it all happen but I ain't sayin' nada

Peep 24/7 in the hood it's hot
If you wanna fall through get top on the phone
He don't pick up then it ain't bool
Let you know it ain't good to stop
That part that part that part
I'm a watts and we not kosher

Sh*t only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder
This is where they come where they cop them boulders

Catfight with their exposed
Still sippin' on that wild Irish rose
Still rock swap meet designer clothes

Black in my mattress

Make a hundred racks do a backflip
Might go uncle Luke on them hoes

Pop for a bankroll yeah
All my with me got a blank face yeah
On that you where the pay pay
Make 'em pull up on your block with them 223s

Aim it at your face hey
Movin' with the rock and the concealers
You either sellin' rock or you flock to get it
You either on the watch or the clock is tickin'
The life of my watts and my bompton
Get pinched I'ma post a bond
Know pop gon' hold it down look
Need cash gotta get you some
If a hater tell you money ain't everything
He don't want you to get none
So we thuggin' like DMX
Bleed PMS
Point blank period meet me on the ES
I'm fully with the BS believe that
And we don't stress
A 38 'til it free your chest
Then PP on the po's desk
I'm Jay Z in a blow out press
Relate me to your blowout's best
Can't heat me I'm remote you're deaf
I'm HD causin' photo theft
My AC antifreeze got a that part
Hold your breath I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC
Protect me from the local threats
My ID say my eye don't rest
My IV qualify T-rex
Society kept my IQ vexed
Deny me from an ivy school
Applyin' me to the street I slept
I quietly had to hold this tool
Reminding me of the block I repped
The turf I stepped the church and the earth I blessed
The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef
That hearse the flirt with perks of a confessed
Dispersed the worst the first 48 addressed
The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest
The awe the curse of a pose in zest
The good the flaws the pain to reverse what's left
Me no conversate with the fake that part

All my independent that part

I just want the paper that part

All my flavored

That part that part that part that part

Zest god zest god zest god zest god

Yamborghini high cream soda with the wockhardt
Soulo the profit yeah soulo the prophet
That's the fortune teller makin' withdrawals and deposits
Ironic they wanna know where I've been in
Where the I've been hidin' in
When the am I droppin' that
New work that take 'em to church and
Turn the universe upside down again

Since you're so smart

I can't get in my groove 'til we get the Q first

I will not heed
I pull up large enough to part the red sea
Father forgive 'em for they know not know who they see
I got all eyes on me call me 3Pac

Soulo

Hang on let me get some
Hang on
Hang on

Made a mil' and I spent it in the same day
Got a chopper not the AK
Gettin' money on a vacay
Go go gadget's in the driveway
Groovy Tony on July 8th
Yeah I'm killin' kitties on a Sunday
How you ballin' in a Hyundai
My Ferrari got a toupee
Swerve in the big body
Your favorite artist I'm his big homie
Yeah I'm walkin' with a fifth
And I ain't voting I'm a crip homie
I'm where them bloods where them locs at
Where the blood where the choke round gloves for the combat
How the feds in your contacts
How the feds know my set name
Fled in the mulsanne
Hydrate up the rap game
Heard soulo comin' up next
And SZA got a classic
Heard Zay just got it mastered uh
The fire burnin' through the plastic
So fingers to the badges
They don't love you 'til the racks evolve
When I was broke they wouldn't accept the call
Now they on me for my decimals
Blank face has gotta X 'em off
Enemies gotta bob and weave
Gangbangin' like we stand for somethin'
When Alton sterling gettin' killed for nothin'
Two cowards in the car they're just there to film
Sayin' blacklivesmatter should've died with him
Wrong in your hood you gon' ride on him
White with a badge you gon' let that slide
Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that night
I feel bad that my daughter gotta live this life
I'll die for my daughter gotta fight this fight
Put a blank face on let that drop
That that part