| The world been unforgiving so it’s fitting that we are
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| It’s hopeless souls who’re gifted but won’t make it off that block
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| And mothers know to tell their sons be wary of the cops
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| Skin locked, friends lost, the picket fence was never ours
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| Swapped the white for grayish bars, child time, wreck time
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| Deion stuck in AR
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| Life is like a box of chocolates but these bastards spit in ours
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| Crackers kill in cold blood, they just let Darren Wilson walk
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| If we go grab kalashnikovs, we’re savage brutes, they’ll pick us off
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| Trayvon couldn’t have a hoodie on
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| Kimani Gray was empty handed
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| Lil' Tamir was only 12 when they killed him November 22nd
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| Cameron Tillman, Sean Bell
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| This ain’t nothin' new to us
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| New Emmett Tills, you know the drill
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| They’re lynchin' still, just usin' guns
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| The biggest threat is our brown skin
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| With mouths filled and worth somethin'
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| All they want for us is crack houses and a hearse, somethin'
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| All these rich niggas in the world still won’t unite nothin'
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| I won’t play the hype and just blame whites
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| We gotta build somethin'
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| Yeah I know we’ve been thuggin'
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| But that shit is why we’ve been strugglin'
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| Repair, replace, let’s heal youngins
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| Our daddy said let’s live abundant
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| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| Man it’s niggas out here just doin' shit.
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| You feel me, nigga? |
| Go do somethin', nigga. |
| Grab a young man, tell him do
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| better
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| The drug is life, fuck pills, homie
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| Have you ever even left your hood?
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| What’s good, you need a trip don’t you?
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| Just don’t use the Lucy
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| You repute it, access putrid
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| .45 and you’ll use it
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| You don’t want a 9 to 5
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| Make a plan and fortify
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| Of being court and all mortified
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| They hand the sentence that’s big as shit
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| You won’t see the light 'til you’re 65
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| Just win, my nigga
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| It takes plenty focus and equal drive
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| You gotta dig, fuck pity
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| And my city love the semi
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| Hate is auto when you’re so far ahead they just gotta follow
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| I got this firearm, I will come behead 'em
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| Big headed, my mind like Mandark in Dexter
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| Stop tryna preach, just teach, or reach that nigga under pressure
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| And press a presidential potential
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| But he can’t shine from them trenches
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| Sports weren’t made for everybody
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| He spends his time on them bitches
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| Lose your pride and use your mind
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| You have to mine it for the riches
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| Do them dishes if you want
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| That residue’ll have you gone
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| The rent is due, you need some food
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| You give a fuck less what I’m on
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| I underdigged, don’t get me wrong
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| But there’s a world we gotta change
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| We start with you, I’ll get them goin'
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| This shit’ll be a marathon
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| Let it marinate, let that man cook
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| May this truth I speak give me awkward looks
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| And open minds that’s been mistook
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| Young Richard Nix, I’m not a crook
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| Let’s keep it real, it’s change afoot
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| Bitch
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| Y’all don’t understand so y’all can see it when you see the master plan,
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| mothafucka |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do Better , by - OG Maco. Song from the album Breathe - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп