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Intro
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Rap
Intro was released on March 9, 2018 by SoSouth as a part of the album 7 Day Theory
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Release DateMarch 9, 2018
LabelSoSouth
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Propain
Propain
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Louise Dudley
Christopher Louise Dudley
Songwriter
Xabian Oneil Woods
Xabian Oneil Woods
Songwriter

Lyrics

You don't get freedom peacefully
Freedom is never, uh, safeguarded peacefully
Anyone who is depriving you of freedom isn't
Deserving of an—, of a peaceful approach
We, uh, we decided, you know, I mean, why—, why do all this work?
Put all this work in and then just give
All this money to these major companies
When we can do it ourself? Black-owned companies, you know, like
Don't support the phonies, support the real, you know what I mean?
How can these people be talkin' 'bout how they so
Real and they don't care about our communities?
How can they be talkin' 'bout what they—, all this
You know, the hood, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
They don't care about our communities, you know what I mean?
Listen to the words that people say in they lyrics and
Tell me if that's some real sh—, if that's real to you
Yeah, I prayed to God for this cream
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
I told my dawgs, "No matter how hard it seem
Never fold and never part with the dream"
Even when the devil tried to tarnish my gleam
Man, he had me eatin' off crumbs and harbin' with fiends
They asked me, "How you survive through all the awfully scenes?"
A desperate man'll do some marvelous things
They label us as thugs soon as we jumpin' out the mattress
Streets was all we had, our only choice was to adapt it
**** riskin' freedom, tryna feed us, boy, it's tragic
But we too fuckin' broke to die, can't even 'ford no caskets
****, we ain't take us no course from Stanford
Just the school of hard knocks and we forced with the hardest classes
Laws come through this bitch, practicin' army tactics
And if you look wrong, your ass is they target practice
Fuck, I prayed that this storm would pass us
Our whole life just seem like one big-ass karma reaction
That's why we rob or jackin' a Mike and Jordan in Jackson
Or posted on that block with the rock, or it's granite
Guilty by blackness, my ****, it lured the masses
Gave my dawg thirty years while the real killer just laughin'
That's life, but what's more important, shit happens
And **** still incriminatin' theyselves over iPhones
So really fuck Trump, we worried 'bout Tyrone
Youngin where I'm from, thirteen, totin' a firearm
Pullin' up at they opp home, poppin' and gettin' they Pac on
In the hood, we don't practice bygones, feel the drift
We still yearn for Rollies, took a seal to wrist
Big foreign whips, twenty-twos, spin like Emmitt Smith
Verlander with the pitch, shit, it's hit or miss
**** sell whatever 'round this bitch if it's gon' get us rich
I give these **** hell, but the pen godly
Fuck a hurricane, this government been Harvey
We been starvin' on the outside, hopeless
Judges takin' **** out the game like coaches
But don't get it twisted, I ain't frontin' like I'm woke because
Black, white, or green, you touch my daughter, I'ma smoke you
I'm tryna turn this Lone Star into a black 'Hawk
Go marry my black broad, then burn up like I'm NASCAR, 'Set
G got the flavor
Never gon' whack
Who is you, youngster?
Alright, ask us, alright, you look like
It's your first time in here, so I'ma go
Go now, it's alright, have a seat
No, not right there, motherfucker, that's my bunk, you on the top
You got to earn your keep, ****
I tell you somethin' else, you keep these **** out your business
**** gon' ask you 'bout your case and
You don't tell these **** 'bout your case
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything good?
You got your phone call?
Okay, well, I tell you this, keep that goddamn shit to a minimum
Especially when I'm sleep 'round this motherfucker
Written by: Christopher Louise Dudley, Xabian Oneil Woods
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