Black Dynamite

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Eleven & Jay Rock] I can sense the hatin' niggas' character Sometimes, it be your own kind, make it even scarier Four shot derringer, I broke down barriers From three generation of gang wars, I inherited I can't lie, I got money and got arrogant I flew from the set to Cairo to see the pyramids In '03, inspired by Lil D and Meredith Niggas came through the barbershop in '63s and Escalades Full fledged since the seventh grade By twenty-eight, I felt G status, I already made Huh, not a smudge on my resume Uh, no accusations, all accolades Niggas like, "Damn, the nerve of this nigga I used to buy work from this nigga" Scrap still with me, we done leveled up on Sit and Nela And Stro shot the visuals, he got us lookin' cinematic Always on the clock All she want is time I ain't got A hundred million on the floor, I can see the plot I brought gang with me 'cause I heard it's lonely at the top Ice cubes in the watch, I feel like every day is Friday A chip on my shoulder like I'm Rod Wave Niggas been jumped ship, still tryna ride the wave Invested in my vision, now the money come all kind of ways (Ah) [Verse 2: Jay Rock] 2 Eleven, grab that money machine My fingers blue from all these faces that I'm thumbin' between, woah I seen niggas try they best to be humble Until they got some money, it's funny, they switched on the double I be 'em, I need a plug on that CCW Ridin' dirty and the punk police can't fuck with you, checkin' We been brackin' in a different tax bracket They been throwin' shots, we got a different flack jacket, bitch Like my nigga's store, you know we bought to level up Millions tucked, head on a swivel'll get your ceiling bust Legend in this shit, still feelin' I ain't did enough Twenty years later, ESJ, still a runner-up Deals on the table, gang of zeros in my contracts I'm networkin', plus, important people in my contacts On the Eastside where you find me at I'm in my parking lot, used to flip quarters like a laundry mat Haters like, "The nerve of this nigga You better not say a word to that nigga" Plus, he still dealin' with some issues Fuck a head up, you get lit up with this pistol Went from shootin' dice to fist fights on the block And I'm still in the hood where I'm good, bitch, it don't stop And everybody can't go, they smoke and mirrors, my nigga, and this I know