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What can I do to help them niggas like me?
Should I go out on the streets and give em something to eat?
Should I tell em put the tool up?
Far from a screw up
The media be painting pictures like all we do is go roll-up
But that's far from the truth
We just steady tryna live without constant abuse
We throw our hands up and we still end up right on that pavement!
They say we dangerous but look what the hell hell you done made us
And not to mention that fugazy nigga in the office
Don't show us no respect and probably wish we was deported
How the hell my hispanic niggas illegal too?
They country bad so they come here
What they supposed to do?
My God this America!
Twenty-thousand guns around my area
Can't even go shopping cuz I gotta watch my area
Carry-a strap around my waist because the times are getting scarier
I am not a killer but my nigga just don't push me
Cuz i'm close to the edge
I am different from these rappers
Ain't gon' shoot over bread
I'd rather focus on my legacy
When I die how the hell they gon' remember me?
That's more important to me
And that's forreal
My God this America
Twenty-Thousand guns around my area
Can't even go shopping cuz I gotta watch my area
Carry-a strap around my waist because the times are getting scarier
I am not a killer but my nigga just don't push me
Cuz i'm close to the edge
I am nothing likes these rappers i'm gon shoot over bread
(aye!)
I got an arm in the glove
Bitch won't you kick in the door
I'll lay your ass on the rug
My niggas looking for blood
My gun it sing from above
Fuck it I keep it a buck
Fuck a bitch straight out of love
My nigga this what it is and
I give a fuck what it was
My doggy bark off the muzzle
These bitches never will love you
Until you learn how to hustle