| I was young and black
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| A gangsta rapper’s all I wanna be
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| That’s what happen when you
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| Born and raised up in the LBC
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| Bumpin' dat Snoop and Dr Dre
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| Kurupt and Nate and Warren G
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| Momma and Daddy was the strictest
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| So I didn’t run the streets
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| Still I got addicted to lyricists
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| Crippin' on the sickest beats
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| Any message they was spittin'
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| Was the slickest thing to me
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| Never get twisted ghettos exist
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| Because of white supremacy
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| But I gotta call these gifted MCs
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| To accountability
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| There is a difference tween
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| Reflecting oppressive realities
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| And glorifyin the tragedies
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| Makin our people bleed
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| I did not care for truth
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| Unless the beat was knockin' too
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| And hip hop was the vehicle
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| That got my thinkin' out the sewer
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| A DM from a youngin
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| Say he grew up on my music
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| That’s why I fill these melodies
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| With knowledge hope and trueness
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| For every rapper puppet
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| Jive and shuckin' like a clown
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| Prop and Bournes spit dat gourmet
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| Refusin' to dumb it down
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| I do it for dope boys
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| I do it for hoop dreams
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| I do it for church boys
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| Who never run in the streets
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| For brothas in the burbs
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| Spittin' bars makin' beats
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| I do it for black boys
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| I do it for young me
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| I do it for rollin 20s
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| I do it for insane
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| I do it for the babies
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| And homies who don’t bang
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| I do it for the brothas
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| Growin' up in Long Beach
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| I do it for black boys
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| I do it for young me
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| Yeah I was creepin' with them vatos
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| On them streets of S.G.V
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| Jason Rojas said no mo Slick Rick
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| You now rock Eazy E
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| Roll with me, you finna learn and see
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| This who you 'spose to be
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| Carried all that until I learned how to rap
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| When we moved out to the I. E
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| Tres Puntos Rep west coast
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| That’s my responsibility
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| Till my OG Ronnie Robles put me on to graffiti
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| This hit different How’d I missed it
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| Clack clack ksss kssss
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| Now I’m addicted
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| We would listen to Project Blowed
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| Aceyalone changed my mission
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| Gave me a chance
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| Showed me some options
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| Made my imagination grow
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| I make music for the crew of kids
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| Who really just don’t know
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| This where we live
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| This where we from
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| This how it goes
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| We ain’t dumb
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| We ain’t done either
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| Write this for the young me
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| I do it for dope boys
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| I do it for hoop dreams
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| I do it for church boys
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| Who never run in the streets
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| For brothas in the burbs
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| Spittin' bars makin' beats
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| I do it for black boys
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| I do it for young me
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| I do it for rollin 20s
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| I do it for insane
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| I do it for the babies
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| And homies who don’t bang
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| I do it for the brothas
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| Growin' up in Long Beach
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| I do it for black boys
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| I do it for young me
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| Young me
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| Check me out
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| Homie you should be so proud
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| Cause you grew into a man
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| And you became a rapper now
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| Young me
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| Check me out
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| Homie you should be so proud
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| Cause you never gave up on the future
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| You was dreamin' bout
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| Young me
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| Check me out
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| Homie you should be so proud
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| 'cause you grew into a man
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| And you became a rapper now
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| Young me
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| Check me out
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| Homie you should be so proud
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| 'cause you never gave up on the future
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| You was dreamin' bout |