Letras
I'm sick and tired of people
Always stereotyping me because of my skin color
I keep tryna tell y'all I'm not black
I'm a nigga
I'm a nigga
I guess I'm the opposite of OJ, right?
It's a lot of things going on
You might of heard before
That's why I'm always tryna getaway
Somehow some way
It's a lot of things going on
You might of heard before
That's why I'm always tryna getaway
Somehow some way
I'm not black, I'm a nigga
N-I-G-G-A, No hard E-R
Coming from the projects, impoverish parts
I wanna make it out the hood but I don't know where start
I asked god why he put me in the hood
It's like going undrafted and sent to the G league
Maybe I should go to the Air Force
Risk getting blown up
Nah, momma love need me
A city job don't sound too bad
But my friends won't respect if I'm running with the P.D.
Y'all surprised by the cops, we expect the cops
If we ain't got a jump shot, then we test the block
In my hood, the government don't invest a lot
Crime rise, only cause we depressed a lot
Generational trauma, don't get addressed a lot
That's why it's drugs, hate and liquor on our breath a lot
It's a lot of things going on
You might of heard before
That's why I'm always tryna getaway
Somehow some way
It's a lot of things going on
You might of heard before
That's why I'm always tryna getaway
Somehow some way
The man of the house fighting so many demons
He might of been there, or maybe not
Might of been you, or might of not
Whether you knew him, or might of not
Maybe he tried, just might of stopped
No telling the treatment he might of got
Who really want a nigga as a pops, think about it
You inheriting a lot, think about it
Automatically hunted by the cops, think about it