_ tapes, tapes, tapes, tapes

Spend a lot of time trynna put my life on record (4x)

Keep your eyes low when them folks come ‘round

I don’t trust no one when the sun goes down (2x)

Cuz I don’t trust a soul...hell-no

AS a dark kid you automatically get caught in the middle of shit just because of where you live

ECONOMIC status systematic in molding a villain even if a rose grows the streets are conditioned to kill it

_ ain’t no pesticide just weed to burn suggesting highs are high enough to get us out the muck, fuck...may I

ElABorate our mental complication always equates to physical altercation its survival of the fittest

MAYBE on the ship but now it’s all about the digits do you get it when I say that they don’t care about ya pigment?

But REALLY bruh they care about your spending and ya pocket width so social-class and race by modern-day can be synonymous

THAT’S how they gone hide racism by saying that you ain’t making half of a Uncle Tom paid ****

ONE made **** in a group of chained **** really looks the same, just a maid with some slave ****

_ but hey if we all broke the chains literally cold be in a position to make some change ****

No it ain’t your fault that you’ve been built to hate ****

But TREAT your mentality like it’s real estate **** cuz I HATE to see us kill ourselves

Fill a double-cup up with some sleepy stuff until we cannot feel ourselves to feel ourself

THAT bad odor is now viewed as rap-culture and since rap belongs to blacks they use us as cash soldiers

BeCAUSE we got exploited after crack within the 80s if the crackas buy my tracks I’m cool with that just fucking pay me

GTA and Scarface, dealers selling albums right?

Elevated heart rate, uppers over downers why?

LET the system keep on feeding filth back to your block, poison everyone and you cuz you still eating from that pot

... you just got got