| Seasons change
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| There's still time for us to run away
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| Seasons change
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| There's still time for us to run away
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| Seasons
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| San'bonan endlini
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| Sjava kaJama Indlalifa igama ley'nsizwa
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| Mina, ng'phuma le enzansi, kwafel ubala
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| Insizwa uma ina-thirty five kthiwa is' indala
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| Laph' eng'phuma khona maw'phuma khona bathi aw'fiki la
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| Ngyamangala uma ngi-la
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| Bebathi ng'yophelel emoyeni, beba right
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| Manje ngiy'nkanyezi
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| Njengoba ngik'tshela ngempilo yami
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| Ng'funa uthathe nayi imfundiso yami (lalela la wena)
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| Ithemba alibulali
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| Ukube l'yabulala ngabe nihamba phez'kwami
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| Poverty, jealousy
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| Negativity
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| Ngith' ak'nandawo la
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| Go away (far away)
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| Poverty, jealousy
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| Negativity
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| Ngith' ak'nandawo la
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| Go away (far away)
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| I cried when lil' bruh died
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| Got high and watched the sunrise
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| Wiggle on 'em if it's one time
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| They done hung all of my people
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| I love all of my people
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| I'm in the slums with all of my people
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| They tryna tell us that we all equal
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| We get no justice so it ain't peaceful, yeah
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| They can bluff you, they can beat you
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| Paid attorney, we gon' need it
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| Momma told me there was demons
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| And she ain't never lied on her Jesus'
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| She worked her ass off just to feed us
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| She went to Ross to cop the new Adidas
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| She used to tap in with all the teachers
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| They wasn't teachin' nothin', it's no secret
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| Whole lotta crime, lil' niggas beefin'
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| We gotta keep it or end up a victim
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| Trapped in the system, traffickin' drugs
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| Modern-day slavery, African thugs
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| We go to war for this African blood
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| We go to war for this African blood
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| When I put niggas on, it was all out of love
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| You was disloyal, can't call it no love
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| Poverty, jealousy
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| Negativity
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| Ngith' ak'nandawo la
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| Go away (far away)
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| (Season change) You know we off the stove with it
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| We stove whippin', niggas know we gon' get it
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| (Season change) Dodgin' cops
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| Fuck around and get locked, you ain't never comin' home with it
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| Look, my nigga, I came from the sewer
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| Don't shit on my past, you ain't come from manure
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| You see Reason and you see LA
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| But bitch I ain't come for no ruin
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| Just know all of my niggas, we struggled for it
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| Had to hustle for it, cried puddles for it
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| My pops watched his sister get locked for it
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| I done seen my niggas get knocked for it like (gunshot)
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| Gimme that, I carry Del Amo like a piggyback
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| I carry my city like guilt that ain't got no forgiveness
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| No way out, shit we locked in the system
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| Catch a case and they not gon' forgive ya
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| White skin, you be out before Christmas
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| Shit, auntie missed eight of those days
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| Tears from me, had to pray those days
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| Had to slave those days
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| Shit, we had to hit up a couple hood giveaways those days
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| Thank God for every inch that he gave us
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| Thank God for everything cause he made us
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| Like when that car bent the block, blat blat
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| Hit the homie but we made it, he already saved us
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| Thinkin' that he could've died nigga
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| We was prayin' to the sky and his momma cried rivers
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| Healed up, but tough luck, he tried to get revenge
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| Had to drop, bullets popped and they killed him
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| Worst part is that it sound so familiar
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| I am T'Challa
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| I am Killmonger
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| One world, one God, one family
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| Celebration |