You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Sanyo, and handheld and handgun
I don't care what it did to them
Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed
But hey yo look, money from across the street
Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits
Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools
Grab the scissors and saws and
I’m trifling, damn right ignorant
We' ve got opportunities to create
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake
Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime
U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..
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