
Black Benz YGTUT
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[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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