This is a song about "Hate on us now"

And money trees destroy us, hate leaks through the leaves,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Racists raised us and caged us in with this misplaced hate,

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner

But that's what he liked her

Watching turtles hate on shredder

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Cause they putting us in boxes now i'm breaking us free

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Now give us your bullets an get on your knees

Light the way, lead us on

That's word to my mom

Don't try to hate on dope

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