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Do Better
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Do Better est sorti le 17 décembre 2014 par Quality Control / OG Maco dans le cadre de l'album Breathe - Single
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Date de sortie17 décembre 2014
LabelQuality Control / OG Maco
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM58

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
OG Maco
OG Maco
Interprète
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Proto Cal
Proto Cal
Production

Paroles

Pro Tip
The world been unforgiving so it's fitting that we are
It's hopeless souls who gifted but won't make it off that block
And mothers know to tell their sons be wary of the cops
Skin locked, friends lost, the picket fence was never ours
Swapped a white for grayish bars
Chow time, rec time, Dion stuck in A yard
Life is like a box of chocolates but these bastards spit in ours
Crackers kill in cold blood, they just let Darren Wilson walk
If we go grab Kalashnikovs, we savage brutes, they'll pick us off
Trayvon could have a hoodie y'all, Kimoni Gray was empty handed
Little Tamir was only 12 when they killed him November 22nd
Cameron Tillman, Sean Bell, this ain't nothin' new to us
New Emmett Tills, you know the drill
They lynchin' still, just usin' guns
The biggest threat is our brown skin
With mouths filled and worth somethin'
All they want for us is crack houses and a hearse, son
All these rich **** in the world still won't unite, nothin'
I won't play the hype and just blame bikes, we gotta build somethin'
Yeah, I know we been thuggin', but that shit is why we been strugglin'
Repair, replace, let's heal youngins
I dare to say let's live abundant
You know what I'm sayin', man? It's just ****
Out here doin' shit, you feel me, ****? Go do somethin'
, ****. Grab a young man, tell him do better
The drug is life, fuck pills, homie
Have you ever even left your hood?
What's good? You need a trip, don't you?
Just don't use the loosie, you reputed, actions putrid
Forty-five and you'll use it
You don't want a nine-to-five? Make a plan and fortify
Or be in court all mortified, they hand a sentence that's big as shit
You won't see the light 'til you sixty-five, just win, my ****
It take plenty focus and equal drive, you gotta dig, fuck pity
In my city, love is semi, hate is auto
When you so far ahead, they just gotta follow
I got this far knowin' I would come behead 'em
Big-headed, my mind like Mandark and Dexter
Not tryna preach, just teach, I reach that **** under pressure
Impressive presidential potential
But he can't shine from them trenches
Sports wasn't made for everybody, he spend his time on them benches
Lose your pride and use your mind, you have to mine it for the riches
Do them dishes if you want, that residue'll have you gone
The rent is due, you need some food, you give a fuck less what I'm on
I underdig, don't get me wrong, but there's a world we gotta change
You start with you, I'll get them goin', this shouldn't be a marathon
Let it marinate, let that man cook, may
This truth I speak give me awkward looks
And open minds that's been mistook
Young Richard Nixon, I'm not a crook
Let's keep it real, it's change afoot, bitch
Y'all gon' understand, so y'all'll see it
When you see the master plan, motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
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