Intro

You don't get freedom peacefully

Freedom is never, uh, safeguarded peacefully

Anyone who is depriving you of freedom isn't

Deserving of an—, of a peaceful approach

We, uh, we decided, you know, I mean, why—, why do all this work?

Put all this work in and then just give

All this money to these major companies

When we can do it ourself? Black-owned companies, you know, like

Don't support the phonies, support the real, you know what I mean?

How can these people be talkin' 'bout how they so

Real and they don't care about our communities?

How can they be talkin' 'bout what they—, all this

You know, the hood, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah

They don't care about our communities, you know what I mean?

Listen to the words that people say in they lyrics and

Tell me if that's some real sh—, if that's real to you

Yeah, I prayed to God for this cream

Blood of a slave, heart of a king

I told my dawgs, "No matter how hard it seem

Never fold and never part with the dream"

Even when the devil tried to tarnish my gleam

Man, he had me eatin' off crumbs and harbin' with fiends

They asked me, "How you survive through all the awfully scenes?"

A desperate man'll do some marvelous things

They label us as thugs soon as we jumpin' out the mattress

Streets was all we had, our only choice was to adapt it

Niggas riskin' freedom, tryna feed us, boy, it's tragic

But we too fuckin' broke to die, can't even 'ford no caskets

Nigga, we ain't take us no course from Stanford

Just the school of hard knocks and we forced with the hardest classes

Laws come through this bitch, practicin' army tactics

And if you look wrong, your ass is they target practice

Fuck, I prayed that this storm would pass us

Our whole life just seem like one big-ass karma reaction

That's why we rob or jackin' a Mike and Jordan in Jackson

Or posted on that block with the rock, or it's granite

Guilty by blackness, my nigga, it lured the masses

Gave my dawg thirty years while the real killer just laughin'

That's life, but what's more important, shit happens

And niggas still incriminatin' theyselves over iPhones

So really fuck Trump, we worried 'bout Tyrone

Youngin where I'm from, thirteen, totin' a firearm

Pullin' up at they opp home, poppin' and gettin' they Pac on

In the hood, we don't practice bygones, feel the drift

We still yearn for Rollies, took a seal to wrist

Big foreign whips, twenty-twos, spin like Emmitt Smith

Verlander with the pitch, shit, it's hit or miss

Niggas sell whatever 'round this bitch if it's gon' get us rich

I give these niggas hell, but the pen godly

Fuck a hurricane, this government been Harvey

We been starvin' on the outside, hopeless

Judges takin' niggas out the game like coaches

But don't get it twisted, I ain't frontin' like I'm woke because

Black, white, or green, you touch my daughter, I'ma smoke you

I'm tryna turn this Lone Star into a black 'Hawk

Go marry my black broad, then burn up like I'm NASCAR, 'Set

G got the flavor

Never gon' whack

Who is you, youngster?

Alright, ask us, alright, you look like

It's your first time in here, so I'ma go

Go now, it's alright, have a seat

No, not right there, motherfucker, that's my bunk, you on the top

You got to earn your keep, nigga

I tell you somethin' else, you keep these niggas out your business

Niggas gon' ask you 'bout your case and

You don't tell these niggas 'bout your case

Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything good?

You got your phone call?

Okay, well, I tell you this, keep that goddamn shit to a minimum

Especially when I'm sleep 'round this motherfucker