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
Wardrobe from round the globe
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