Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
I write rhymes in the editor, c'mon let's explore
But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call
Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball
Only 14 years old still wandering and wanting to explore
Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit
Explore the planet to be what i want to be, i plan it
Explore who's back in the ring
I got them saying
Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,
And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one
I explore the darkness within, with a cynical grin.
Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
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