| Well respected in this hip-hop, lil' Polo be spittin' facts
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| A lot of rappers doin' way more stuntin' than givin' back
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| You ain’t my color, then you don’t know the struggle of livin' black
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| Cops kill us and we protest, what type of shit is that?
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| Man, if the police shoot at one of my brothers, I’m blickin' back
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| We hate each other, so we just wanna score and go tit-for-tat
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| All these shorties want is points, they ain’t chasin' a different stat
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| Really riskin' it all, what’s the point when that nigga rat?
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| We seventeen, got forty years in that court when we gettin' cracked
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| Stuck in the system, they just watchin' us fail while they sittin' back
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| The government cuttin' checks, but can’t cut a nigga some slack
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| It’s hard to get a job, so we hustle and flip a pack
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| It’s all a set-up, no wonder why they call this bitch a trap
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| Life was messed up, a matter of time 'til that nigga snap
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| Post-traumatic stress, so them triggers keep gettin' tapped
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| R.I.P. |
| Malcolm, I promise to conquer and fill them gaps
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| Them corners leave a nigga boxed in, tryna break free
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| Crazy how I love the same block that tried to break me
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| Pray that I ain’t in my own hood when they take me
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| This all we know, a life of peace what we can’t see
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| I’m from where we unheard and we can’t speak
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| We go to school, they try to tell us what we can’t be
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| Profit with a billion-dollar mind like I’m JAY-Z
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| They killed Martin for dreamin' and now I can’t sleep
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| Why would the devil take my brother if he close to me?
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| Now if you scared, take my soul, you see my bros in me
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| We missin' you, man, this ain’t how this shit supposed to be
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| Feel like I’m stuck, I wish them streets never proposed to me
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| Out there posted in the field with them soldiers deep
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| So now the other side wanna put a hole in me
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| Like every day might be the end of the road for me
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| We die young, so I couldn’t picture a older me
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| Fightin' demons, let them drugs take control of me
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| All in my head, go and kill what they told to me
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| 'Member we ain’t have a thing, same clothes for weeks
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| Hardbody, that’s how them situations molded me
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| Needed money and grew accustomed to this fast life
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| Pressure from this way of livin', so we blast pipes
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| Shit got me stressin' three hundred and sixty-five nights
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| Them people workin' against us like we don’t have rights
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| It don’t matter what this money and this fame can give
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| I’ve been hurtin', tryna smile through the pain and tears
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| Wish we could go back to them days when we played as kids
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| A lot of shit changed, that’s just the way it is
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| That’s just (That's just the way it is)
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| Some things’ll never (Some things’ll never change)
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| Oh, oh, that’s just the way it is (Way it is)
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| The way it is (Ooh)
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| That’s just (The way it is)
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| Some things’ll never (Some things’ll never change)
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| Yeah, that’s just the way it is (Way it is)
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| The way it is (Yeah)
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| Never, never (Ayy)
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| Some things’ll never change (Some things’ll never change)
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| Never, never (No, that’s just the way it is)
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| Some things’ll never change
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| Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
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| Mmm-mmm-mmm
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| Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
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| Mmm-mmm-mmm
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| You finally made it big brother
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| You’re the G.O.A.T |