Black Forces (Explicit)

Produced by: mafia mula baby/4xL/Earworm

Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一

Recorded by: 马红尘 (025 Studio)

Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞

Stevv Tsui:

Wait (mafia mula baby)

Know you be hatin’

But bitches be goin’ insane

Dawg just spend like couple k’s

Bought the Gucci I’m like “mane”

“That ain’t take away the pain, yeah”

See his Rollie shine, but this time

I just wanna keep it plain

Know the sky’s gettin’ grey, let it rain, let it rain

Up the choppa, let it bang like yeah (4xL)

These streets left me cold hearted got me feel like wearin’ black Forces

Shit is not a metaphor, it’s real, and shit ain’t always look so gorgeous

Aye, hop in the Porsche, I did the race like I’m passin’ the torches

Cast off these snitches and rats, I gotta kill ‘em off with no remorses

Aye, yeah

Late night, I been sippin’ on decaf

countin’ it up for like 3 stacks

Lookin’ back on old times that we had

That my brother now he postin’ ‘em threats

Had to block him on WeChat

Heard he tellin’ on his homie for bread

Still now I don’t know how we chat

Wait, what?

There goes another brother sent to rehab

Got one call, now he a misser

To tell the truth, we really miss him

‘Member those days, we sit back and chill

Alcohol up in our systems

As for all of that bullshit, we never listened

I told my family like, pop, I'm on a mission, yeah

Now mama mama tell me please

Why they wanna be my enemy

I been swervin’ through all these memories, yeah

Drown in all these broken remedy, yeah

Shit been drainin’ all my energy, yeah

Part of myself now it’s dead in me, yeah

So hard to keep the sanity (So hard to keep the sanity)

Wait

Know you be hatin’

But bitches be goin’ insane

Dawg just spend like couple k’s

Bought the Gucci I’m like “mane”

“That ain’t take away the pain, yeah”

See his Rollie shine, but this time

I just wanna keep it plain

Know the sky’s gettin’ grey, let it rain, let it rain

Up the choppa, let it bang like yeah

These streets left me cold hearted got me feel like wearin’ black Forces

Shit is not a metaphor, it’s real, and shit ain’t always look so gorgeous

Aye, hop in the Porsche, I did the race like I’m passin’ the torches

Cast off these snitches and rats, I gotta kill ‘em off with no remorses

Yeah, woah

Late nights, I keep havin’ these dreams that

I’m at the scene where they burst into your room and caught you when you asleep

I tried to scream, however my voice didn’t reach, I woke up this shit on repeatin’

Keep servin’ ‘em fiends, a tool and a beeper on me got me feel like a cop

Like I put my city under custody

Man I really be came from the mud

Never gave two fuck bout what they want from me

Know that’s why I always keep it tucked

For the mouth runners and the back stabbers them retaliation is a must

Better not play no fool if I trust ya

Or we straight pullin’ up on your hoodie, leave a stain

I’m goin’ outrageous, no refrain

Thought you was fast when you speed in your lane

My mind is ahead of y’all, it’s not a race

My heart too cold for your ‘nother game

They tell the old jokes, that I can’t relate

Top of the mornin’ It’s just another day

I’m postin’ new features and got ‘em replaced (I got to replace ‘em)

PlanZ’s Voicemail:

Bruh, just checked out your new single man, that shit wave man

Yo, I’m happy for you, man, by my heart

Yo, It’s good to see one of us just makin’ out of the streets

And focus on that music shit

Keep that good shit comin’ man

Holla at me when you got time

Stevv Tsui:

Yeah, these streets left me cold hearted got me feel like wearin’ black Forces

Shit is not a metaphor, it’s real, and shit ain’t always look so gorgeous

Aye, hop in the Porsche, I did the race like I’m passin’ the torches

Cast off these snitches and rats, I gotta kill ‘em off with no remorses