Lyrics:
Block look like a drive-thru
They know what's up
A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us
I walked in this motherfucker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this
not all of us born to win (Nope)
Judge me by my color and the clothes I wear
(Fuck) they say "Love is love, " nigga
Not around here you niggas on percs
Except their intent is very much different. They hit us all.
I know these two guys, and they live in my head
And I call them Flea and Fred
They live in my
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
I'll turn up where your college or centre is
And send you six you dickhead
I've let so many violations slide G
Guys don't like me and now they wanna get
you all in my face? I'm
Tryna do my thing dude back off
I'll have Barry smack the fuck out of you
Everybody wanna know what they
Can get out you
Aww
wishin' they'd stop
Proud to be black but why we act like we don't love ourselves
Don't look around busta (you sucka) check yourselves
Know what it MEANS
in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what
awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You
with us, run with us. Pac Pac run
with us. Pac and Rip with thug luv.]
They ain't even knowin' what type of niggas we is. Where my thugs at?
on doin' me (my joy, doin' me)
Now I don't know what else to say except, I'm so falsely accused
Tell me how can you judge when you've never walked in my
know I spent 23 years in the prison
You know I'm still in prison
You know they-they, right now, us blacks
We represent 37% of the prison system
know I spent 23 years in the prison
You know I'm still in prison
You know they-they, right now, us blacks
We represent 37% of the prison system
question if I, wanted music in my life
If all I do is create and spent the rest of it online
Like that's not even real life
That's what they call Truman Show
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
a stash and a honey
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not a cell or a prison
a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon
Just a little ghetto
Where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know
Is this the new national anthem (how many times has that ever happened to you, what the fuck do you know about being a black man in America?)
Is this
?)
(What the fuck do you know about being a black man in America?)
Is this the new national anthem (And you wonder why we walk around with strapped)
Fuck
fuck a nigga and a bitch too
Everybody got they own life to live so let ya do what he do
Just cause i get it how i live don't make you better then me
the suicide attempts
And what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun
Whether it's
All they will know is that ma the one collecting that doh sha
This guy Buhari time if you like sleep
If you like sleep my niggar its sha like groppin
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