[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
Baby child, lift your head and free your mind
Open up your eyes, and you'll find you will fly
Just smile sometime (Smile, smile)
Welcome to the real world (Whoa, whoa)
[Verse 1: Joba, Mary J. Blige, Joba & Mary J. Blige]
Everybody pray for peace when they don't have the power (Mm)
A disconnect of intellect
Know some people packing straps, you would call 'em cowards
The realest Gs I ever met
Not on the gangster shit, not on the paper shit (Yeah)
Just on that have-to-provide-for-my-kids and shit (Yeah)
Thеre's blood on the streets, and if I had a dream
I would do anything, (Yеah) I make mistakes
The shit that you hear about ain't just in movies, dawg
I've seen some shit (Oh, yes, I did, yeah)
Bag 'em up in body bags, zip 'em up and send 'em
Away from the kids
I know good felons, good drug dealers, good people
Bad system, bad people (Mm-mm, mm, mm)
With power
If you gotta dream and you know what that means (Oh)
You can do anything, just make a change (Oh)
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract, Mary J. Blige]
Sometimes I think back to the ninth-grade campus
When that white boy made fun of my lips, I should've thrown a tantrum (Oh)
But I remained cool 'cause he was way too handsome
Now I'm out in Beverly Hills using a mansion as my canvas (Mm)
I bought a helicopter, threw that bitch on stage (Oh)
RCA gave us money, we ain't throw it away (Oh, oh)
We took that shit, we flipped that shit
We made this company pop
They like me, I want 'em to love me like them niggas love Pac
I'm De La Soul meet Tribe Called Quest (Dada-dada, da, da)
Meet Oasis inside a G-Unit vest (Da, dada-dada)
I moved way out to the Westside, but still got the South in my heart (Oh)
They murdered Selena, now them niggas looking for God (Mm, yeah)
Dressed like a soldier, told ya, they don't know who we are (Oh)
My vest is on, let 'em know we ready for war (Yeah)
In the club with my boyfriend, we paranoid 'cause (Bang, bang)
We might get popped 'cause a nigga on some bullshit (Bang, bang, oh)
Why you wanna hate me now, or ask the skies to lay me down?
I hear my brother praying now, I really need an angel now (Mm, mm)
Some type of holy savior
Ayo, Dad, I need me a favor, could you pick me up later, later, later? (Oh)
Baby child, lift your head and free your mind
Open up your eyes, and you'll find you will fly
Just smile sometime (Smile, smile)
Welcome to the real world (Whoa, whoa)
[Verse 1: Joba, Mary J. Blige, Joba & Mary J. Blige]
Everybody pray for peace when they don't have the power (Mm)
A disconnect of intellect
Know some people packing straps, you would call 'em cowards
The realest Gs I ever met
Not on the gangster shit, not on the paper shit (Yeah)
Just on that have-to-provide-for-my-kids and shit (Yeah)
Thеre's blood on the streets, and if I had a dream
I would do anything, (Yеah) I make mistakes
The shit that you hear about ain't just in movies, dawg
I've seen some shit (Oh, yes, I did, yeah)
Bag 'em up in body bags, zip 'em up and send 'em
Away from the kids
I know good felons, good drug dealers, good people
Bad system, bad people (Mm-mm, mm, mm)
With power
If you gotta dream and you know what that means (Oh)
You can do anything, just make a change (Oh)
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract, Mary J. Blige]
Sometimes I think back to the ninth-grade campus
When that white boy made fun of my lips, I should've thrown a tantrum (Oh)
But I remained cool 'cause he was way too handsome
Now I'm out in Beverly Hills using a mansion as my canvas (Mm)
I bought a helicopter, threw that bitch on stage (Oh)
RCA gave us money, we ain't throw it away (Oh, oh)
We took that shit, we flipped that shit
We made this company pop
They like me, I want 'em to love me like them niggas love Pac
I'm De La Soul meet Tribe Called Quest (Dada-dada, da, da)
Meet Oasis inside a G-Unit vest (Da, dada-dada)
I moved way out to the Westside, but still got the South in my heart (Oh)
They murdered Selena, now them niggas looking for God (Mm, yeah)
Dressed like a soldier, told ya, they don't know who we are (Oh)
My vest is on, let 'em know we ready for war (Yeah)
In the club with my boyfriend, we paranoid 'cause (Bang, bang)
We might get popped 'cause a nigga on some bullshit (Bang, bang, oh)
Why you wanna hate me now, or ask the skies to lay me down?
I hear my brother praying now, I really need an angel now (Mm, mm)
Some type of holy savior
Ayo, Dad, I need me a favor, could you pick me up later, later, later? (Oh)
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