Rich Blakk - His-Story by Kojo Lyrics

Fatality
Me and Robert Thornton Jr. was born in the same year
So when I'm in my city, I can't front, I feel pain here
I'm on a paper route, but I also know I could be slain here

And honestly, I wouldn't want to leave my bloodstains here
Let's uplift each other
Black History Month
I am asking in advance to forgive me for the stunt

No, I ain't asking, I'm telling you, I've mastered high felling moves
You post captions, I'm action, I'm lights and I'm camera
I'm passion, you passive, I'm confident like Cassius
Before Bobby V was ever on the call to three

You know, singing we, we, we
There was Blackberry Molasses
You know, more than a decade before Mrs. Officer
And more than a decade after Mrs. Officer

It was still officers trying off all of us
I am offset, not upset
My Migos should be up next, make it last forever
And twisted, but ain't nobody keep sweatin

I know it's February, but I excel in Mayweather
I'm black and I'm proud, undefeated, we do it way better
Now say it loud
I'm black and I'm proud

Say it loud
I'm black and I'm proud
You know, a queen said the diva was a female version of a hustler
Who knew this girl from Houston would make the world her customers

Matched it how to cater to you and survive
Told y'all girls ran the world and nah, she ain't lie
Put a ring on it or move to the left
Now, allow me to introduce y'all to the best

It's Rich Black
It's Rich Black
That's Black, mine is the C, but with two K's
I'm Hov mixed with Lupe, I got this on dual play

I'm serving like I'm Venus' sister, the daughter of King Richard
The intro slash poem, poem slash scripture
Who I look like ever, posing for your picture
I'm posted, I'm a sixer, in the post cause I'm a sixer

I'm more Joel Embiid than Joe Alstein
And since we in Philly, well y'all know what that means
My mentality matches the son of Joe Bean
The kid from Lower Marion who rose like the amber

And rose like the sun and somehow he stayed there
The MVP, the author, the Laker, the mamba, the hall of famer
Number eight, number 24, the girl dead
The 18 year old that's dunking through the legs

The five time, you know, championship ring wearer
Man, I dare ya, man, I dare ya
Who said they want smoke with the goat who slayed Goliath
He's Mr. I Get High, you can't get no higher

Pharmacy for life, I'm prolific, cold with it
And it ain't come from coal if it ain't got no soul in it
Mastering P, seriously, no limit
Black history to his head, no gimmicks