| Aaron is so cute, that’s what they used to say to me
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| 9th grade, young female teachers almost every day to me
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| That’s when I wore the high top fade and curly frees with bravery
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| 'Cause the gangstas say it ain’t the way to be
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| But all of the women hella thought it was savory (mhmm)
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| In my Guess fit, popular, you guessed it
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| Hip-Hop dance and rapper, in a talent shows, I blessed it
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| Hardly rode the bus home 'cause I stayed after displayed laughter with the
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| greyed passer
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| I’m a lay master and everybody know that I’m a bae catcher
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| Walking home on cloud nine, a hundred percent man about mine
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| Then I crossed the way, there was a grown man stopped at a red light hella on
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| shout time, he said «hey!»
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| When I looked I was thinking that I hope this person ain’t pistol happy
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| Then right before he drove off, the man blew a kiss my way and then he whistled
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| at me, I’m like, «mother-»
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| Then he sped off, I was thinking man I wanna tear his head off, then I stopped
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| 'cause I was tripping
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| Walking, I was almost home, I kept dipping
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| Got home, then I asked my mama why did he say hey at me instead of hey at a girl
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| Then my mom just looked right at me and said, «Baby dawg, that’s the way of the
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| world»
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| Later that night, I hooked up with two homies to work on a dance routine
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| Got it done then allotted some time to holla at some fine and scan boo things
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| But when my two homies seen two dudes, hugged up, now they really mean to feud
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| I said, «yo!"then some cray happened
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| One of the homies said time for gay-bashing
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| The two ran up and attacked the dudes
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| I don’t know what they thought they had to prove
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| They was swinging with so much aptitude
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| But I could not deal with all that abuse
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| I said, «what in the fuck!»
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| Ya done messed up, it ain’t peaceful
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| You know it’s effed up and plus evil
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| So why in the hell are you doing that to innocent people
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| Feel so sad, I’m not perfect
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| Always kill, feel so sad and I can’t see it slowing
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| Feel so sad, I’m not perfect
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| Always kill, feel so sad and I can’t see it slowing
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| Sophomore year, man I lost more tears
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| 'Cause of people hating people and it cost more fear
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| My school, it was the stash pot for gangstas with ragtops
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| You’d get your ass shot, that year we had so many mascots
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| How could we do no wrong and schools were integrated
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| How could we do no wrong, racism demonstrated
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| Better be moving on before I’m eliminated
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| Possibly use the chrome because I’ve been degraded
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| Scratch that, I’m not that cat
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| I would never wanna keep a rrat-tat in my backpack
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| Never had nobody to snap at, I’m a class act
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| But one day somebody had doom
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| We heard two blacks got stab wounds
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| And got beat and kicked, white elites and shit
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| When the lights went out in the bathroom
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| Everybody was heated, people been mistreated
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| It’s a damn shame that a Klan came and gave a man pain
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| A misdeed hit 'cause of skin tone
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| Them gone to the hospital from a sin zone
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| Skin domes doing them wrong
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| You can send home but they been gone
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| Now everybody on edge
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| Classroom break to the bathroom seen hood niggas
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| And they all want heads
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| Bad moon hate taking that tune
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| They said to me when the whites come in
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| We gon' hit the lights and gon' get they ass
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| I said to all of 'em «Is this a gag?»
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| Nah they wanna break 'em all like Mr. Glass
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| It happened, the whites en route, cracking
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| The lights went out, I laid to the floor
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| Then I found my way to the door
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| Away from the gore, the hoods came out
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| Bloody and sweaty, I said that shit ain’t regal
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| In fact that shit is evil
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| So why in the hell are you doing that to innocent people
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| Feel so sad, I’m not perfect
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| Always kill, feel so sad and I can’t see it slowing
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| Feel so sad, I’m not perfect
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| Always kill, feel so sad and I can’t see it slowing
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| Feel so sad, I’m not perfect
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| Always kill, feel so sad and I can’t see it slowing |