| When your people see me, man, they think that I ball
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| Probably because I’m black with tattoos and I’m tall
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| They think that I’m simple-minded, nigga stay at the mall
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| They thinkin' that we don’t work and we just work for that call
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| You know, that hook-up
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| It’s like they set us back, man, every time that I look up
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| They want us all dumb, they afraid if we pick a book up
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| Even more afraid if we get up out of that car
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| That they told us get up out of, if we listen, it’s like they shook up
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| New cat just tryna hustle to get my crew stacked
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| Apply for all these jobs and they wonder why niggas move crack
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| Move back, white people sayin' that he like tooth back
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| Paid, guess they ain’t see us comin', niggas is too black
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| They say niggas fire but they want us up in flames
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| Told us go for gold but they don’t want us up in chains
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| They say we look good when we ballin', and I’m flattered
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| They say black lives matter, how it matter, nothin' change?
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| Man, this lifestyle is wack, yeah, uh
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| This how it feel to be black, uh
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| I swear this lifestyle is wack, yeah
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| This how it feel to be black
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| So, been sittin' first class, stewardess tell me I don’t belong there
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| Like I made it to the top but I took the wrong stairs
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| Now I’m getting long stares every time I walk into that Whole Foods
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| But I’m used to it, this shit old news
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| These people wishin' we could go back to them old rules
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| You know that MAGA mentality, Make America Great Again
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| It’s never been great for I
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| Every cop case, they lie
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| We just tryna stay alive
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| I been stayin' on my shit
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| Segregate from each other but never own shit
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| We fight to keep every bit of that pride, then lose ours
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| Make all that money livin' in hoods then move out it
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| They done killed all of our kids, but who’s countin'?
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| Shit, I been countin' down the days when I can make these people have to pay
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| for it
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| Not with violence, but take mine and make a way for it
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| Spend them dollars for my people, build estates for 'em
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| Take this pen and state every single place
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| We done failed, took some L’s, my homie tried to prevail
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| Got out the whip with a wallet, bullets shoot through his back
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| That’s exactly how it feel to be black, REASON
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| They say niggas fire but they want us up in flames
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| Told us go for gold but they don’t want us up in chains
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| They say we look good when we ballin', and I’m flattered
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| They say black lives matter, how it matter, nothin' change?
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| Man, this lifestyle is wack, yeah, uh
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| This how it feel to be black, uh
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| I swear this lifestyle is wack, yeah
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| This how it feel to be black
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| I was proud to be black, oh yeah, proud to be black
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| But now it seems we gettin' killed for it, yeah
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| I thought freedom was free
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| But still I feel like the man been tryna cut us up a deal for it, facts
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| Yeah, Chubby the real know it, the real poet, I’ma say my piece
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| Fuck the cops, I been thinkin' 'bout how I’ma pay my lease
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| And it’s crazy when we run into the boys, I don’t get it
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| 'Cause the looks is all sour but my mama say I’m sweet, for real
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| Shit is not right, swear this not life
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| I can’t buy what they sellin', I gotta shop right
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| I often think about passin' through on the stop lights
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| Heart beatin' fast as soon as I see the cop lights
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| A businessman, I’ll kill to be that
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| I’m that cold, a black hole, that’s how it feel to be black, yeah
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| Uh, that’s how it feel to be black
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| I’m that cold, a black hole, that’s how it feel to be black, yeah |