[Chorus: Joey Purp]
Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickel dros
Dime rocks and nickel blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may never come home
[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
But black son gone hood rich from a broke home
Judge us by our skin tone, no fightin' when it's guns drawn
I remember findin' that revolver, I was lookin' through my closet
Tryna find my remote control car charger
Wish I knew then, things I knew now but how it goes down
Aimed it at my head and made a gun sound, ain't that a bitch?
Adolescence duckin' opposition, don't get too attached
We made it through too much and ain't no looking back
And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to these bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I melt them all cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
It's off the wall, they all standin'
Had a dream I was stagnant, I woke up screamin' and gaspin'
In the studio jammin', listenin' to Thelo Piece
Ain't no religion, shit, Chiraq look like the Middle East
And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to bother
Arguin' with they dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers
Release day 2050, he'll never meet his daughter
And drugs left mothers but a mirror of themselves, look in the mirror and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled
Heaven probably resemble hell when every day is jail
I used to hit the blunt and get lifted and then envision
Making college tuition flippin' a hundred chickens
Now up in the corners where killers used to inhibit
They built a row of new condos where they tore up project buildings
Raised by the movers and shakers and life takers
Proper preparation, prepare for where life takes us
Blame it on the family structure, ask the news anchor
But the teacher only taught us excuses for our behaviour
Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickel dros
Dime rocks and nickel blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may never come home
[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
But black son gone hood rich from a broke home
Judge us by our skin tone, no fightin' when it's guns drawn
I remember findin' that revolver, I was lookin' through my closet
Tryna find my remote control car charger
Wish I knew then, things I knew now but how it goes down
Aimed it at my head and made a gun sound, ain't that a bitch?
Adolescence duckin' opposition, don't get too attached
We made it through too much and ain't no looking back
And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to these bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I melt them all cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
It's off the wall, they all standin'
Had a dream I was stagnant, I woke up screamin' and gaspin'
In the studio jammin', listenin' to Thelo Piece
Ain't no religion, shit, Chiraq look like the Middle East
And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to bother
Arguin' with they dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers
Release day 2050, he'll never meet his daughter
And drugs left mothers but a mirror of themselves, look in the mirror and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled
Heaven probably resemble hell when every day is jail
I used to hit the blunt and get lifted and then envision
Making college tuition flippin' a hundred chickens
Now up in the corners where killers used to inhibit
They built a row of new condos where they tore up project buildings
Raised by the movers and shakers and life takers
Proper preparation, prepare for where life takes us
Blame it on the family structure, ask the news anchor
But the teacher only taught us excuses for our behaviour
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