[Verse 1- Ric Wilson]
(What's Goin' on, gang)
Uh, uh, huh
I wanna rap about everything they told me not
I wanna hop every fence; never getting caught
I wanna bend every single fucking will in two
Half of me, nigga, other half of you (this is loaded)
I wanna tell the press how they paint us all;
Then I catch myself scrolling on my favourite blog
[Verse 2- Ric Wilson]
Wanna fall in love with someone but can't let 'em fall
Scared of myself but I ain't scared of loss
I tell them humans are complex:
Can't paint us with simple complexions
Putting us in boxes for certain nigga's erеctions
Living from an L, is only making the lesson
But some of our еxperiences only leave us distressin'
So, I got a homie who can just sit and get high;
Watch the world revolvin' and time passin' him by
It's crazy how I'm askin' and get marginalised:
One from the scared to live and ready to die
[Bridge]
(Y'all know what it is)
(?)
(Chicago, Chicago, Chicago!)
(Wassup, Yo!)
[Verse 3- King Louie]
Me? I stay sucker-free and atlanta lolipops
I'm a G, that makes Gs, with a lot of Glocks
Rear-lone, hair long, thicker than a plot
If I pick up, she say she down and give me top
From the right one, then if it's cold, then it's really really hot
Streets don't love you, but niggers still hug the block
Ten percent, no ice, make it a double shot
Double resolutions testin' cus you know we reckless
Hot body [?- so fast it genuinely sounded like mumbling] soft as feathers
Bro gang; snitching's lame- end up like mac (who)
Free smoke; get it bussin' like a double decker
Being broke in the move- you gotta know we checkers
Made dough for dinner and smoke dough for breakfast
Out here sinnin'
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