| Outcomes and situations, I’m built for it
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| Being steadfast is a skill for it
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| If you fake, they’ll punch you in your grill for it
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| Die over money, you can bet there’s no chill for it
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| Kill for it in the pursuit for what we never had
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| But having nice shit was really ever bad
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| It was my mom and my niggas, it was never dad
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| Lingering clouds over my head that’ll never pass
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| Live fast, it ain’t a lot of opportunities
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| Visions of men with the same skin shooting me
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| Polluting me, diluting our history
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| No wonder why my niggas stuck up in this misery
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| No sympathy, no empathy if you switched up
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| If I’m tucked then I’m tryna get my chips up
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| No switch ups on my niggas 'cause it’s just us
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| I be damned if I let this world lynch us
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| Now I lay me down to sleep, my soul will never die
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| Power to the people, we gon' always multiply
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| I got scars on my back from the whip and the slaves got
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| I picked the cotton for the clothes that I rock
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| It’s deeper than the music, I am heavily influenced
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| By my own tribe, I don’t even got ties
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| Still I rise, Maya Angelou was the antidote
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| Having nightmares of my family on banana boat
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| They would’ve tried to swim but you know niggas can’t float
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| Donald is the president and still I can’t cope
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| Mama be telling me son I see ghosts
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| Cops shot another nigga at the liquor store
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| Will I be another face on the milk carton?
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| It’s kinda hard for me to tell when I’m a fucking moving target
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| Hit the panic on the key, I can’t remember where I parked it
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| When I go out, hope they sell my organs on the black market
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| A victim of struggle, I see the beauty in it
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| Your skin is a burden, they label you a menace
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| You can put in the work, achieving every limit
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| In the end they’ll label you another nigga
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| Too dependent on basketballs and rap books
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| When that fail look how glamorous the trap look
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| I hold you down, if you get pissed I got you fat books
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| I still wonder where we’d be if we had books
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| Sad looks, these cops crooks an institution
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| It’s a problem with the youth, I’m seeing no solution
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| Young niggas in the city taught to act stupid
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| You think we did it to ourselves then you fucking foolish
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| Cops shooting and I hope I’m not next up
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| My niggas walk to the store, they gotta vest up
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| My niggas out past ten and they check us
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| Five cars for one nigga when they sweat us
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| Fed up, but we take it in stride
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| We gotta learn how to live and not just staying alive
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| When the income come then we splitting the pie
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| You not woke then you living a lie, nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LOE Gino's Interlude, artist - Nef The Pharaoh. Album song The Chang Project, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп