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blinded by their ignorance 

that becomes a hinderance for them to rise 

When you going to recognize, time waits for no man 

when you going to stand
blinded by their ignorance 

that becomes a hinderance for them to rise 

When you going to recognize, time waits for no man 

when you going to stand
like sports 
Hunt a nigga for sport 
See a nigga play sports no support 
On the outside lookin' in 
If that's what's up then I ain't never been in
like sports 
Hunt a nigga for sport 
See a nigga play sports no support 
On the outside lookin' in 
If that's what's up then I ain't never been in
What I say might save a life, what I speak might save the street
I ain't got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet
Hands gone clap and feet
cool or the cold season
Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason
You're just gettin home from work
And gotta get searched and treated like dirt by
her out with a bit of mustard

Took karate, mommy told me "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach
town, you send him a short message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around
But I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown
I
don't know my way around
But I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown
I get that butter all night
Cause most niggaz don't know a brick from
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
be this, there wouldn't be Chris,
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist.
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either,
There would only be tight jeans,
and at him, brown Chris Farley
Kalapani K?lid?sa, Vijay from Pyaasa
Wiles out at night, can't breathe through his nostrils
Poppa need his medicine
Reticent
need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

Hey,

[Chorus]
She want that lovey dovey 
That
Long nose, 357 by my side, call me Scottie Pippen
And I’m on bullshit, call [?] about it, Willy said he southpaw
And I murder for the squad like
[Chorus 2X]

By the way, Chris Kinney get thicka for a nigga, c'mon

*Drum beat. . . make you feel the drum beat*
Sweatin' niggas like sports
Hunt a nigga for sport
See a nigga play sports, no support
On the outside lookin' in
If that's what's up then I ain't never
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
"he's on his Davie Hogan no mistaken", by the way

Who was at the door just now?
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curb sides Really?
Yup
that I'm trippin'.
Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss ya.
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no quitting.
Spike(uh)
Lee, I'm in the majors with no rotation
Through stations of bullshit, I see through like a pager
In the age of Aquarius, various things
Is gonna
time up in rivers when he came home
Now I'm waiting on a nigga for the get out of line
No drive by we jump out and dump where you grind
Excuse me I
on any punk ass nigga or bitch 

The little brown skin buddha sucker  little motherfucker 

I dwell  in Juvenile Hell (yea yea) 

I got the shit that
crackers think they sick,
By trying to make this bullshit affordable.
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable.
Come an get your soul food well,
you no more
        (Cut the bullshit)
        (How can I love you
        (Can't even trust you)

I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'