Reppin For You - Black Milk, AB

It’s like I’m Bin Ladin when my pen’s jottin'

The best to most, extra votes

A flow that’ll shock most like electric volts

So yes, E.B.

the best, Black spit that shit

Others just spit B. S

Tryin' to be larger than life is the rule that I reach fo'

Till y’all look as miniscule as a peep hole

Yo, yo, Black be the face of the people that tired of the weaker raps

Tired of the people that’s, giving artists bad names

Hip hop seeing that

Seeing Black spittin' harder tracks till the beats collapse

Fuck it, why should I worry when my team’s winning?

Out spending no limits, thousand dollar jean denim

We reppin' the D, obviously, yep I be out for presidents to represent me

Yeah, nigga, so what you reppin'?

I keep reppin' real music for ya

I’ve been reppin' for ya

I keep reppin' real music for ya

I’ve been reppin' for ya

Then one day

This dude asked me, «What's the answer to this hip hop cancer?»

I’m so hungry for real shit it feels like I’m fasting

They told me, stop living in the past, get past it

The Golden Era it would never come back

Told him, I hear what he’s saying and I’m tryin' to be a crutch to hold it up

But I know what I contribute is not enough so

Ummmm

I have nothing to say

I’m as curious as you to see the outcome of the game

Fact remains I don’t mind being platinum made

A platinum plaque in a picture frame

See, the difference with me is that I know what I’m called for

I stay and play my position like an all star

Till my pen fall I’mma play hard till the end all

Till I’m on the red carpet with flashing lights like pinball

Machines, it seems that’s what I’m here for