Black&Blue

Tears fall from the sky Mindin' the hooligans, I think I'm losin' it Hope you're along the ride Buckle the seatbelt, so many want me to crash and die Who can I call when I need help? Jugglin' thuggin' and passion and pride Sayin' it loud, like James, rollin' the window down, ayy Bro, do you gang bang? Yeah, click-clack, baow I'ma regret it mañana Niggas be doin' shit just to be doin' it We eatin' better tomorrow, real food stamp babies My people product of poverty I don't know why they would play with us Choppers in luxury vehicles Livin' like Saudi Arabians Learned Reaganomics and ran it up We ain't got nothing to show for it Infatuated with folklore We still on some nigga shit Money, I'm gettin' it Heaven, I'm livin' it I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin', I feel like it's you I know that it's you So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and- The cable was basic, the bitches was basic-er Love and a kiss from her mom, call me her son She let me stay with her Maybe we livin' haram, can't go to prom, send me a prayer up To the Heavens above, is it a mansion for thugs? Where did Tupac and 'em go? Where Nipsey Hus' and 'em go? Swavey and Drakeo? Ricche and Slim Foe? I spend a lot of my time missin' our kinfolks Put 'em inside of a rhyme hopin' they live on Money, I'm gettin' it Heaven, I'm livin' it I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin', I feel like it's you I know that it's you So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and- Still on some nigga shit Still on real nigga shit, uh Tell me what you know 'bout it Get your hand out my pocket, yeah Yeah Infatuated with folklore I'd rather be a N-I-G-G-A What do you say?