You ain’t got blicks if they all registered to the state

This here built piece by piece this glizzy hand made

Parted ways with the Balencis cause too many lames got em

You got bread but can’t dress looking goofy in that Prada

Smoking on some tree that’s louder than my fucking conscious

Probably have me wave this glocki in your face to start a problem

Fuckas getting robbed cause it’s Thursday don’t cry

Yoo caught Ben Carson slipping right outside the Popeyes

Play the coon get ya biscuit snatched laid on the ground with small fries

This Maryland bitch hella crabs in this bucket play wise

Good Christians sinning called us niggas lynching up our children

So don’t be mad if I don’t trust you or your fucking religion

God created us equal you gonna bleed just like we do

Marines n police got Ar-15s so I’m armed up screaming me too

Ain’t nothing to gut a pig, clearly they don’t give a shit

Won’t until they start dropping n gotta rethink loading sigs

I’m too old for this shit, I wana see us all thrive

Cant back down n coward out before you go try

Got addicted to flipping after my first couple dimes

Moms saw the greed n desire for green all in my eyes

Needed it more than they needed what the fuck i was selling

Got me looking at them injecting false hope from corrupted reverends

twisted as fuck believe in God but wonder if I’ll see heaven

Much to unpackage check the (w)rapping but the gift really the message


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Sometimes I wonder what they saying really true.... (if it's really true...)

If they was in my same shoes ....

Would they ever dare move how we move

Or would they just commentate on the fucking news.....