| There was a time where I used to care what folks think
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| Sniffing on my arm hoping that I don’t stink
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| Your boys are turned to men and men turned to savages
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| I call it for you statistics and averages
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| And so we grow up with these hopes and dreams
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| Like the world getting labeling us as dope and fiends
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| We want a life of fine ass wife
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| And a house where the kids play can play without strife
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| But all we get is the same ol shit
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| Kind of pissed our tips is where the rich gets richer
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| And we sip the liquor homie split the swisher
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| Tryna buy stock options and switch the picture
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| But I’im all out of focus mayne its hard to cope
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| Gimme a rope just to wrap my throat
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| And we don’t vote not that I don’t believe the system
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| But our answer to gleff is our right man listen
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| I need oxygen
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| Gimme air let me breathe again
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| Ay, can’t take for granted what we never really had
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| A nice thicket fence for the mom and dad
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| And it makes me mad When I look in the eye
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| Of the children and the night I hear their souls cry
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| As eye burst eye and it test the wills
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| The IRS comin by and collectin bills
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| Im' so blessed with the fire it gives me chills
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| In a country so cold cause shes set to still
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| My movement smooth and infused with the realest
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| Shackled and chained yall can’t kill us
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| Tackle my brain harassing my fellas
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| Gaffle me up and tag me a villain
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| Im still chillin yall can’t stop the strut out
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| Im black man tucked in my hide out
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| You can’t come in unless you summon
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| I call all my people that’s runnin for hills for skrill
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| When we chase dolla bills still it’s a ill lifestyle for real
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| Feel like killa be killed tryna to eat a meal
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| The government like to steal
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| We got a bum deal
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| I need oxygen
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| Gimme air let me breathe again
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| Hey
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| Ima be chookin in this state were in
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| No job or education need a great bm
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| Kids walking up to school cutting late again
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| Block huggin wanna thug get them papers in
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| Closeminded in a world that we stationed in
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| World wide territories in there safe and friends
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| Terrorism at a high but it starts within
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| Livin wild getting vile but its hard to win
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| But we can’t get united we all competent
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| And I’m breathing in this beat like its oxygen |