Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do Better, artist - OG Maco. Album song Breathe - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Do Better |
| The world been unforgiving so it’s fitting that we are |
| It’s hopeless souls who’re gifted but won’t make it off that block |
| And mothers know to tell their sons be wary of the cops |
| Skin locked, friends lost, the picket fence was never ours |
| Swapped the white for grayish bars, child time, wreck time |
| Deion stuck in AR |
| Life is like a box of chocolates but these bastards spit in ours |
| Crackers kill in cold blood, they just let Darren Wilson walk |
| If we go grab kalashnikovs, we’re savage brutes, they’ll pick us off |
| Trayvon couldn’t have a hoodie on |
| Kimani Gray was empty handed |
| Lil' Tamir was only 12 when they killed him November 22nd |
| Cameron Tillman, Sean Bell |
| This ain’t nothin' new to us |
| New Emmett Tills, you know the drill |
| They’re lynchin' still, just usin' guns |
| The biggest threat is our brown skin |
| With mouths filled and worth somethin' |
| All they want for us is crack houses and a hearse, somethin' |
| All these rich niggas in the world still won’t unite nothin' |
| I won’t play the hype and just blame whites |
| We gotta build somethin' |
| Yeah I know we’ve been thuggin' |
| But that shit is why we’ve been strugglin' |
| Repair, replace, let’s heal youngins |
| Our daddy said let’s live abundant |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| Man it’s niggas out here just doin' shit. |
| You feel me, nigga? |
| Go do somethin', nigga. |
| Grab a young man, tell him do |
| better |
| The drug is life, fuck pills, homie |
| Have you ever even left your hood? |
| What’s good, you need a trip don’t you? |
| Just don’t use the Lucy |
| You repute it, access putrid |
| .45 and you’ll use it |
| You don’t want a 9 to 5 |
| Make a plan and fortify |
| Of being court and all mortified |
| They hand the sentence that’s big as shit |
| You won’t see the light 'til you’re 65 |
| Just win, my nigga |
| It takes plenty focus and equal drive |
| You gotta dig, fuck pity |
| And my city love the semi |
| Hate is auto when you’re so far ahead they just gotta follow |
| I got this firearm, I will come behead 'em |
| Big headed, my mind like Mandark in Dexter |
| Stop tryna preach, just teach, or reach that nigga under pressure |
| And press a presidential potential |
| But he can’t shine from them trenches |
| Sports weren’t made for everybody |
| He spends his time on them bitches |
| Lose your pride and use your mind |
| You have to mine it for the riches |
| Do them dishes if you want |
| That residue’ll have you gone |
| The rent is due, you need some food |
| You give a fuck less what I’m on |
| I underdigged, don’t get me wrong |
| But there’s a world we gotta change |
| We start with you, I’ll get them goin' |
| This shit’ll be a marathon |
| Let it marinate, let that man cook |
| May this truth I speak give me awkward looks |
| And open minds that’s been mistook |
| Young Richard Nix, I’m not a crook |
| Let’s keep it real, it’s change afoot |
| Bitch |
| Y’all don’t understand so y’all can see it when you see the master plan, |
| mothafucka |