PISTOL PETE

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Came to stir the pot on some Harden stuff
These new net niggas playin tough
Try to crossme like uncle drew
It's been gettin old, but I'll serve em up
Some old homies, they switched on me
Like KD, they just switched jerseys
Back in 2020 y'all was lookin blurry
But that's old beef, just some tough jerky
Checked for every croc in the pool nigga
Had to look close and hit the zoom nigga
They was in that bitch like a womb nigga
But it's dead to me they in a tomb nigga
Mixed drinks I'm sippin
Mixed skin my pigment
Punchlines like 2 chainz nigga watch out I'm different
Talkin race, I go the distance
I get brain, your girl is brilliant
60 seconds, get 16 written
That minute made him I'm sour like lemons
Niggas talk, well let's get specific
It's a rap, it can get explicit
Talkin metal, it's the olympics
Runnin through these lines, you sayin i'm gifted
Dreads long but I'm wavy nigga
Not gonna live to see 80 nigga
Been blacked out like the basement nigga
But they hate the dark like a racist nigga
Why the government tryna take us down
Why all money got that dirty smell
How trump say he hate immigrants but his wife never seen a Taco Bell
Why Mac Miller layin in the grave
Why X die like Snupe and Pop
Why Juice ain't had no juice that day
Why Nip die in his parking lot
Shit I don't get it really need answers
All that shit hit so tragic
I ask God and all my niggas too
And got no looks like the old magic
Tell niggas to catch the beat
Talk shit and catch the beats
Let's dance, I got jazz hands
Man these niggas think they all pistol Pete
I woke up this morning with a lot of shit on my mind
Like why we listen to the government and how we know they ain't lyin
They get money from us every paycheck what do they do with that gold mine
Then we feed into their capitalism when they feed us bread at tax time
Black lines black rhymes I'm slippin black wine
Cause I ain't just tired I'm black tired
Sorry for the wait I'm on black time
This is life inside a black mind
Motherland to the Plantation turnt the hood into a crack mine
But homes where the heart is and you gone never see us flatline
Got my fist up hopefully soon it'll have some green in it
I saw this world when I came out the womb knew I was finna cause a scene in it
Never let the system get to me but I partook in a lil tree business
I'm trynna make it so my kids so spoiled that they don't even fuckin need Christmas
I'ma be owning my property
While they want me to be property
We need politics into action
To get black men rich we all know that talkins cheap
Arguably we the greatest
The latest to bring some higher quality
Cause this rap game is a mockery
To us and I never see nobody stoppin me
Speaking of, I ain't done yet
Right now life's a beach with a sunset
Feel like the Bron in Miami got my crew around me can't get upset
Best shit ain't out yet
On top since the outset
Save all your regrets and pay all your respects
Listen once you gone press repeat
Best in the streets like sesame
Let's dance I got jazz hands
All these niggas think they pistol Pete

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