Black Benz YGTUT
"Black Benz" by YGTUT is a hip-hop track released in 2015. The song explores themes of ambition, success, and the struggles of street life, reflecting on personal growth and the pursuit of dreams. Its unique blend of smooth beats and introspective lyrics creates a laid-back yet impactful vibe. The song resonates with listeners seeking motivation amidst adversity. #HipHop
[Verse 1]
Black folks was never equal where I come from
The cops'll take you from your people if you ain’t careful, son
Martin Luther and Malcolm, they in they graves turnin' over
You a slave to persona, you just chasin' the image
Tryna ball, shootin’ shit that you know is way out your range
Livin' way past your limits, play it safe, pay attention
I was you once upon a time, tryna shine on niggas
Tryna rhyme like Jigga, that's how the white folks get ya
Get that nigga a contract and a chain that's bigger
Than his fuckin' imagination, then we'll rob that nigga
Niggas all about bitches, could give a damn about business
You'll be pinchin' every penny you let ’em catch your ass slippin’
When you tryna survive, who give a fuck about privilege?
Section 8 look way different than the houses y'all live in
In a world of demise, why try and speed up the ending?
Shouldn’t come a surprise, these crackers here tryna kill us
Your illusion is your own disappointment, can't point at no one else
Know yourself before you destroy yourself
I tried to tell myself I can't trust everybody
Had to understand the type to put a knife in Caesar's neck
Or put a nail in Jesus’ hand (That's the way that we livin')
Them facts, yeah (That's the love of forgiveness)
In the land of the privileged
Tryna make a percentage
Tryna make the world different
Speak up, they gon' kill us
It's a genocide on our kind, they workin' against us
(We give up all through the same shit)
(We give up all through the same shit)
Black folks was never equal where I come from
The cops'll take you from your people if you ain’t careful, son
Martin Luther and Malcolm, they in they graves turnin' over
You a slave to persona, you just chasin' the image
Tryna ball, shootin’ shit that you know is way out your range
Livin' way past your limits, play it safe, pay attention
I was you once upon a time, tryna shine on niggas
Tryna rhyme like Jigga, that's how the white folks get ya
Get that nigga a contract and a chain that's bigger
Than his fuckin' imagination, then we'll rob that nigga
Niggas all about bitches, could give a damn about business
You'll be pinchin' every penny you let ’em catch your ass slippin’
When you tryna survive, who give a fuck about privilege?
Section 8 look way different than the houses y'all live in
In a world of demise, why try and speed up the ending?
Shouldn’t come a surprise, these crackers here tryna kill us
Your illusion is your own disappointment, can't point at no one else
Know yourself before you destroy yourself
I tried to tell myself I can't trust everybody
Had to understand the type to put a knife in Caesar's neck
Or put a nail in Jesus’ hand (That's the way that we livin')
Them facts, yeah (That's the love of forgiveness)
In the land of the privileged
Tryna make a percentage
Tryna make the world different
Speak up, they gon' kill us
It's a genocide on our kind, they workin' against us
(We give up all through the same shit)
(We give up all through the same shit)
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