Letras
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If I ain't got it, look, know some solid crooks
Who left they minimum wage for those white-collar jugs
The systematic oppression left us misunderstood
Plus these bitches tryna read me like a fuckin' book (Come on)
I'm from the city where we do what we want, yeah
Two shots, left him in funeral home (Doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ayy, damn, he took two to the dome
That shit got me thinkin' like, "Damn
Should I stay in my home?" (Pray up)
My childhood was difficult (Yup)
I come from kickin' in them buildin' doors
Burglaries to lettin' fuckin' pistols go (Grrah)
Granny asked me what I'm in it for
These felonies on my record won't get me high
But the street pay me residuals (Real shit)
These niggas actors, fuck that shit
I ain't bein' disrespectful or racist, but I'll wet your back up (Brr)
I keep the cuete, I ain't callin' back up (No)
Pulled up in the Chevy, then she rolled the Backwood
When you start gettin' money, that's when these niggas pop up
The system rather see a young Black nigga locked up
Pops got killed before Christmas, the hood had him caught up
I'm traumatized, I be dreamin' 'bout my niggas shot up (God damn)
My nigga Young Cash caught a case, he only twenty-three (Damn)
Fightin' for his life, the judge gave him twenty-three
Compton courthouse, he fought back, but still got his life snatched
The shit fucked up, but it be like that
I said you don't bury your child, your child bury you (Yeah)
But somehow, you ended up at a burial (Yeah)
Meet the parents (Meet the parents)
That's no way to meet the parents (Fuck no)
I said you don't bury your child, your
Child bury you (You see what the fuck it is)
But somehow, you ended up at a burial (Real spillage)
Meet the parents (Meet the parents)
That's no way to meet the parents (Fuck no, you feel me?)
Catch a body for your posse
That's the code of the streets, that's
What they taught me (You feel me?)