| Used to be a dreamer
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| Dreamin' of a fire
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| Uh, my mama used to pray that she’d see me in Yale
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| It’s fucked up she gotta see me in jail
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| On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well
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| They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
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| And even worst, my judge black don’t wanna see me do well
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| It’s either that or black people for sale
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| Gave me two to four years like, «Fuck your life, meet me in hell»
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| And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider
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| Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us
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| For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya
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| Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
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| This where the so-called «real niggas» sweeping up for cupcakes
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| And that’s your phone time, if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t online
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| Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime
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| Oh God, don’t let them streets get a hold of 'em
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| Your daughter fuckin' now, it’s gon be a cold summer
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| Your son trapping, and your homie giving O’s to him
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| And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him
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| And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him
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| And them people ain’t finna give no parole to ya
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| They want blood, we all hangin' with a noose on our neck
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| My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect
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| And he won’t make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check
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| We still niggas though, what you expect?
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| I just won
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| I was on the corner with the reefa
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| And they got us warring for our freedom
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| See my brother blood on the pavement
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| How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
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| Uhh, trauma
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| When them drugs got a hold of your mama
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| And the judge got a hold on your father
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| Go to school, bullet holes in the locker
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| Ain’t no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease
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| They shot that boy 20 times when they could’ve told him just freeze
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| Could’ve put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
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| The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe
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| That’s what the old lady said when she screamed
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| This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
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| And in the 13th amendment, it don’t say that we kings
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| They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing
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| They told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team
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| And all his teammates ain’t saying a thing (Stay woke)
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| If you don’t stand for nothing, you gon' fall for something
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| And in the 60's, if you kneeled, you’d prolly be killed
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| But they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
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| Kill your account, look where money get spilled
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| Check it, and they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
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| Kill your account, look where money get spilled
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| I just won
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| I was on the corner with the reefa
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| And they got us warring for our freedom
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| See my brother blood on the pavement
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| How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
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| Uhh, trauma
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| When them drugs got a hold of your mama
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| And the judge got a hold on your father
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| Go to school, bullet holes in the locker
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| How many times you send me to jail to know that I won’t fail
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| Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I’m on bail
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| I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I’m on sale
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| Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
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| Watching a black woman take my freedom
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| Almost made me hate my people
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| When they label you felon, it’s like they telling you they not equal
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| 11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy
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| 23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
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| I’m on a jail call, trying to explain it to my baby
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| I gotta do the calendar twice, and that’s a maybe
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| Trauma
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| I just won
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| I was on the corner with the reefa
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| And they got us warring for our freedom
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| See my brother blood on the pavement
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| How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
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| Uhh, trauma
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| When them drugs got a hold of your mama
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| And the judge got a hold on your father
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| Go to school, bullet holes in the locker |