Intro [2018]

[Intro] "You don't get freedom peacefully. Freedom is never, uh, safeguarded peacefully Anyone who is depriving you of freedom isn't deserving of an a-of a peaceful approach" "We are-we decided, you know, I mean, why-why do all this work, put all this work, and then-then just give all this money to these major companies if we could do it ourselves? Black y-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, they don't care about our communities? How can they talkin' 'bout what they all this, you know, the hood, blah-blah-blah, they don't care about our communities, you knamean? 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" [Verse] Yeah, I prayed to God for this cream Blood of a slave, heart of a king I told my dogs, "No matter how hard it seem Never fall 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 ask me, "How you survive through all the awfulest scenes" A desperate man to do some marvelous things, ha They label us thugs soon as we jumpin' off the mattresses Streets was all we had, our only choice was to adapt it Niggas riskin' freedom tryna feed his boy, it's tragic But we too fuckin' broke to die, can't even afford no caskets Nigga, we ain't takin's no courses from Stanford Just the school of hard knocks and we fucks 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 pray that the storm will pass us Our whole life just seem like one big-ass karma reaction That's why we rob or jackin' a Mike and Jordan and Jackson Or posted on that block with the rock, hard as granite Gulity by blackness, my nigga, Lona Maches Gave my dog thirty years while the real killers is laughin' That's life, but what's more important shit happens And niggas still incriminatin' they selves over iPhones So really fuck Trump, we worried 'bout Tyrone Younger where I'm from, thirteen, totin' the firearms Pullin' up at they iPalm, poppin' and gettin' they Pac on In the hood, we don't practice bygones, feel the drift And we still young for Rollies to conceal the risk Big foreign whips, twenty-twos spin like Emmitt Smith Bird lander with the pitch, shit, it's hit-or-miss Niggas sell whatever around this bitch if it gets us rich I give these niggas hell but the pen godly Fuckin' hurricane, this government been Harvey We been starvin' on the outside hopeless Judges takin' niggas out the game like coaches But don't get it twisted, I ain't frontin' like I'm woke Because black, white or green, if you touch my daughter, I'ma smoke ya I'm tryna turn this lone star into a black car Go marry my black broad then burn off like I'm NASCAR, I sip [Outro] G got the flavor Never gon' win-who is you, youngsta? 'Ight, Oscar, 'ight, baby, you like it's your first time in here, so I'ma just gon' Go-now it's alright, have a seat Nah, not right there, motherfucker, that's my bunk, you on the top You got to earn ya keep, nigga And I tell you somethin' else, you keep these niggas out your business Niggas gon' ask you 'bout your case, and you don't tell these niggas 'bout your case Ya-yeah, yeah, everything good, you got your phone call? Okay well, I well you that, keep that goddamn shit to a minimum 'Specially when I'm sleep 'round this motherfucker