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Yeah, I was on that corner, get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, never report us
Black man kill a white man, they gon' a war up
Mama she was sour, on the Absolut
Young brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your so them jobs ain't gettin' back at you
kids ain't eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet
That's the only thing we ever saw, we repeat
was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he
that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they understand
Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to make a
them kids beefin', they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us in advance
Young niggas young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I
You don't wanna end up my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration on his
Screamin' Lord that he don't make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit his sister
Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how they ain't with him
Said they would ride or die, but it even in 'em
Always on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures
Never answer when you call, but for them bitches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should've a witness
Dismantle my business, just my story
All guns, no glory, been going on me
We slaves in the '40s, still slaves in the
No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us
Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and
Grew up with the goons, now he protection
He outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his
told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a in
a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas love you

black American, (na na)
Wanna live like the skin, (na na)
to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the nigga, no church
My uncles stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It's kinda crazy there's another world on the side of town
Pastor up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Ghost
Preaching, niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the
The obstruction of my
My prayers, my
Will be the same

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