Yeah, look, uh

Half green, white, red, half African

They tell me all that money was an accident

Then they tell me that I ain't black enough

'Cause I ain't standin' up with all the activists

And I ain't passionate and a graduate

And I don't believe in all that sacrament

That they wave around in my face like I'm some antagonist

I imagine a little bit better, uh

Pack warm for the weather, that's what my pops say

Ever heard the sound that a Glock make?

Black man down, put a flag, where the cop at, uh?

Ever wonder why a **** get 10 if he sell a lil' crack

White collar money launder a couple hundred million

And he don't even get that?

It ain't an epidemic, it's just this cynic

This little light of mine, they won't let it

I keep spreadin' that, I'm gon' get it

Shit just facts, I ain't prophetic, uh-uh

I told me people that I got 'em once I got it and I got it

I told me people that I got 'em once I got it and I got it

Now who the hell would've thought that?

Left home look what a **** brought back

Whole lotta bullshit, old shit not gone

Just care a lil' less, 'cause the lights back on

And ya bank look good, home looks nice

Got good weed for a real good price

Cop roll by and they don't look twice, ha-ha

Yeah right, gotta duck that steel

Too much lip gotta tuck that real

**** feel free, who don't want that feel?

Came when I told 'em I'ma fuck that bill

Ha-ha, yeah, out here livin' comfortable

Came from a place, dysfunctional

But I love my fam and I love my home

And I'm glad I ain't grow up with the Huxtables

What a tangled web that we've weaved here

I live here, I grieve here, I finally found a lil' peace here

But I don't think that I can leave here yet

'Cause I told me people that I got 'em once I got it and I got it

Yeah, uh, I told me people that I got 'em once I got it, boy, I got it, yeah, yeah

Yeah, look, look

****, we go back like (Go back like) four flats on a Cadillac

Went from Maddog 20/20 to some old E

Then we drinkin' Yak, now, I ain't even drinkin' that

Couple shots of Louie cost about a rack

Spend it for my dog, now, I ain't even call, fuck is up with that?

This is facts and I hate I had to put a real **** in a fuckin' rap

But I always had your motherfuckin' back

Now when you see me prolly wanna scrap, nah, I'm cool off of all that shit

Fuck a cell, when you livin' well and you markin' cities off on your atlas

Three women huggin' on yo mattress, and you flip em' all that's a hat trick

Got the whole world doin' backflips, you just doin' you

And you always end up on somebody's Blacklist, it's the shit though

Even though I feel like I'm the only one that isn't skitzo

All your friendships is in limbo, while you lookin' funny at your kinfolk

But it's all good, it's all hood

I'm always lookin' at the other side like my mother's side

Like when my mother cried tears 'cause her brother died, yeah

Now it's real here, gotta feel here

Nobody thought I'd get a bill here and I'm still here

Even though I know I'm prolly gonna be 50 in a wheelchair

But my fam good and my kids straight, 29 and not an inmate

Somethin' these **** couldn't dictate

Just a lil' **** with a big plate in a big pond where the fish hate

Everybody in it, that's why I'm only here for a minute

Can't kick it in the post gotta pivot

Gotta get it while the gettin's good

But it's gettin' bad, 'cause everybody stickin' out there hand but

Don't nobody wanna grab nothin', yeah