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ghetto mentalities
Growin' up without shit, no skrilla
>From crack houses to mansions in the hills
And a big black truck with the bump in my driveway
Back

you wanna get competitive
But it don't take much to end up with a negative

For nights like this I grind to get rich
I wanna see my name in lights

We must destroy or dominate the human race
So that our race may colonize this planet
Like a lion in the breeze, wear my pride on my sleeve
You can do

Never want to look out my window again
So I'll look for work as a projectionist
For room and board I'll go analog for a meager wage
Live at some

Yeah!
Every now and then, you've got life...
You've got life locked up in a chair...
Gotta grab life...
By its muthafxckin neck...
Look that

in exile surviving as well
So can i live
With pain all over my chest
Or try to prove to the world i'm not one of the rest 
I'm the best out of Three

(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By

gonna break it down in the YAY way 
Oh eh

Started from a dollar with a dream surround by thieves 
Tried to cut my wings
Can't stop longevity
Breakin'

by, ain't enough darkness in these skies to take my sunshine
Truth be told they don't give a Fuck About our black lives
We statistics and politicians

the bong. We rolling strong in streets we're staying on. 
Tried to conquer; can't divide. See the filth and the lie. 
Ostracized. Can't break my pride. Got

your foot on first
Been about ten years since I been high off the 'angel'
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes, that prize

an interlude to the lies 
And a true exercise
I conclude nigga's lives 
In the booth I'm alive  Mufasa with the pride  
You a hassa in disguise, I can see that

time
Mek sure mi belly full
Inna mi pocket couple coin
When mada gi mi bun
Granmada deh by my side
Dry yu eyes
Run guh tek a sweetie from pun di side

cause we abide by the fucking phonk
I ride with a fucking pump, look in my eyes
See the gristle, it lies under rizzle of my pride nigga

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Ayo I slave all day to make a way for my family
No shame in my game I get paid a decent salary
Stay on the clock putting in that overtime
Mexican

you black, then you gambling that
Just walking outside today
Think about the lives in the eye of the hurricane
Imagine if you went to work today
Earn

That is sitting in my fire
Shittin on 'em as a child
And that is word unto messiah
That's on bitches
That's on niggas
Ain't no Reggie by this entry
Spill

on time but time ain't a thing
So I feel like I'm hanging by a thread, by a string
Cause either I'm forgotten in my death and I die for good
Maybe that's

light?
Is your light dark?
Jon told me I got rappers pride, wanted to run straight through this joint
So I was talking to my sister
These phone calls

precise just listen to my words/
And i just got a mic and just i got a verse/
I was headed to the curb/ 
But now im trying to merge/
All black everything

hop my love is by your side 
I'm like the Jada to your kiss I'm so in love my eyes could cry 
No getting over you not close not even if I tried

and span spin some bands 
Theree-Card Molly pick a hand black card  
Discussing business in my backyard I'm back at it 
These fucking bastards flabbergasted

I'm back now
Game in headlock til it tap out
Still coolin with my 4s
You know how this shit go
Young nigga when you trap use back route (Aye)

I'm

Harboured a petty mind
We'd always talk when all my problems wouldn't let me shine
I'll always champion your honour with confetti pride
I thought I'd never