[Verse 1]
Negativity, bet they pickin' me every day
While niggas whine, I'm out crushing my 5 Grapes
A good space, frame of mind til y'all came
They such a drag but naysayers Sheneneh
Stevie Wonder had them vision problems
It’s a wonder my 20-20’s can see tomorrow
You 20 something, his block is jumping like Vietnam
His mama be with the needle more than Nikko Hurtado
[Chorus]
Ain’t no hope for a young nigga
Ain’t no goal for a young nigga
Too short for a sport nigga
It gets horrific, we glorifyin' them drug dealers
[Verse 2]
Yea, so where your keys at, Playboy?
I sling hyperboles at a warped speed
Usain Bolt runnin' from ready, set, bang, go!
Third album of fate, nothing to bank on
I paint for 'em, they lay em on it, I paint more
They ain't showing the same love, try to think through it
I must influence some better music, let the hate show up
When 'Le show up, we make noise, that that they can't ignore
This cold poet just throw up quotables to give 'em hope
Go and slow up haters train of thoughts with brainstorms
We all niggas with dreams whether music or ball
Whether hooping, a song or simply pursuing em all
Since Paint a Picture, I been on a mission
Coming from the district everything but monumental
I ain’t gotta mention all the little flaws
Where the stairs it’s the boys, find it hard to follow politicians
And they Marion Barry, yea I have Barry Sanders
Never wanna be gangster, put them dirty pads up
The man route, try and get my parents out
Fuck a stash spot, I was mastering the slant route
Fly Route, I write, double white out
Since the rhyme route whole city taking my route
Taking my route
Tell these niggas that it's my house
Black hero
Ain’t no black hero
Negativity, bet they pickin' me every day
While niggas whine, I'm out crushing my 5 Grapes
A good space, frame of mind til y'all came
They such a drag but naysayers Sheneneh
Stevie Wonder had them vision problems
It’s a wonder my 20-20’s can see tomorrow
You 20 something, his block is jumping like Vietnam
His mama be with the needle more than Nikko Hurtado
[Chorus]
Ain’t no hope for a young nigga
Ain’t no goal for a young nigga
Too short for a sport nigga
It gets horrific, we glorifyin' them drug dealers
[Verse 2]
Yea, so where your keys at, Playboy?
I sling hyperboles at a warped speed
Usain Bolt runnin' from ready, set, bang, go!
Third album of fate, nothing to bank on
I paint for 'em, they lay em on it, I paint more
They ain't showing the same love, try to think through it
I must influence some better music, let the hate show up
When 'Le show up, we make noise, that that they can't ignore
This cold poet just throw up quotables to give 'em hope
Go and slow up haters train of thoughts with brainstorms
We all niggas with dreams whether music or ball
Whether hooping, a song or simply pursuing em all
Since Paint a Picture, I been on a mission
Coming from the district everything but monumental
I ain’t gotta mention all the little flaws
Where the stairs it’s the boys, find it hard to follow politicians
And they Marion Barry, yea I have Barry Sanders
Never wanna be gangster, put them dirty pads up
The man route, try and get my parents out
Fuck a stash spot, I was mastering the slant route
Fly Route, I write, double white out
Since the rhyme route whole city taking my route
Taking my route
Tell these niggas that it's my house
Black hero
Ain’t no black hero
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