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blood money - beam lyrics

blood money lyrics
[intro]
yeah, uh

[verse 1]
this is the way that they see us, we look like the ape
they don’t like the color of my face
i like it blacker the berry, the sweeter the taste
[black never cried no debate?]
i’m not even afro*american but i get hated, stuck in an airport for eight
on my way up to see rihanna, she ain’t no [?]
she told me the lesson is great
god turn the pressure to power, it’s straight from the brake
the wine come from crushing the grapes
i comе from an urban environment, always stay ‘wake
i mеan that, stay woke for the snakes
i’m out of place since i left my home at eight
i miss the season with grace
i’m in the states and they won’t let me back in the gate ’cause of my face

[chorus]
i’m so alienated
beam me up, scotty, right back to the sp*ceship
the stars on my neck and the wrist ‘frigerated
i cannot go ‘head and f*ck on a basic
the coupe ufo and i can’t be located
my pockets do talk with the iff like the cadence
big blue bands but it’s not federated
[?] the line and you can’t even trace it
i gotta get it, i get it, the faces
the blood on the money is racist, i raided
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[verse 2]
n*gga, really tell me, what’s happening?
when i see black, sh*t dark, the screen go black again
n*gga, i’m treated like darts
n*gga, i’m panickin’
froze like a mannequin
i thought this would’ve never happened to me
white on white, black on black, don’t matter, really
i just [?] “shh—”
saw a picture of my family without me
they gon’ clean up the blood with bounty
they just paid off the judge and the county (they did)
missed the sun [?] it shine when it cloudy (yeah)
when the government bought it, don’t count me
so we hide all the powder and brownies
my uncle got caught in a case
he in the states and they won’t let him back in the [grace?]
’cause of his face

[chorus]
we so alienated
beam me up, scotty, right back to the sp*ceship
the stars on my neck and the wrist ‘frigerated
i cannot go ‘head and f*ck on a basic
the coupe ufo and i can’t be located
my pockets do talk with the iff like the cadence
big blue bands but it’s not federated
[?] the line and you can’t even trace it
i gotta get it, i get it, the faces
the blood on the money is racist, i raided
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- beam lyrics

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