Black THougHts

[Intro: Trayvon Ray Cail & ScHoolboy Q] Our circumstance to where we had parents in our lives that was showing us everything Like didn't nobody walk us and— by our hand and show us like you do this and don't do that It wasn't like that coming up in our motherfuckin' community where we grew up at We grew up off of, what? Figueroa, nigga, like a, a, a, a worldwide blade A real strip (Yeah) A real, real ho store I mean, you know like You got a mama tellin' you somethin' and a daddy A daddy tellin' you somethin' And at the same time, you got your daddy, he, he, he, he around the corner Gettin' high off the heroin Your mama on the county, you know what I mean? Like Supportin', wanna take care of ten kids I mean, you know, man, it's like Smokin' the gas on the regular, man, you know what I mean? Word Sippin' on Henn', nothin' but regular, you know what I mean? Word, uh [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Pissy sofas, sharin' food with roaches, uh On gangster Crip, my papa was a bitch Left me where hope just don't exist And every neighbor got a fence With bars on windows, my moms slavin' for the rent Throwin' dices, GT Dyno groovin' Where you hang, we shootin' You slip, you stiffen Creative Crippin', uh Nigga, uh Bitches stop in traffic This that type of shit that make the MAC a classic Reason I'm pussy magnet She learned to carry package I been the best at rappin', uh I'm hot as Vegas Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get this paper But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93, though He tryna fool the people Man [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] The joke's on you, motherfucker The loc is on you, motherfucker I warned you, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Ain't nothin' changed but the change Let's put our brains away from gangs Crips and Bloods the old and new slaves Shit, we even changed our names Tiny somethin', Lil Shane, while we bang But yo, y'all ain't hearin' me My homie facin' life, he told me that my pride my biggest enemy But you keep your eyes in that dark Your mind, it grays your heart I wrote these rhymes days apart Most of us caught before we can expand our thoughts How your grandmother see your corpse? How your big homie make your life a book? Left you for dead 'cause he ain't lead you right But I'm gon' freedom write, hmm Let's put the rags down and raise our kids Let's put the guns down and blaze a spliff Let's do it now, man, no buts or ifs It took a Blood to get me Pringle chips You can learn to fly or take the ladder Real nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides Man [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] The joke's on you, motherfucker The loc is on you, motherfucker I warned you, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma