[Intro: Dizzy Wright]
Oh Hoppa, you got me feeling some type of way this time
Ten years in this shit, I'm not playing no more games with these niggas, Hoppa
Let me talk to y'all
Yo

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Another black American that need a therapist
Yo, what that nigga say? I don't respond well to arrogance
Tryna figure out which one of y'all I'm gonna square with
They ain't on my level so really this shit's embarrassing
Stooping down for another stupid clown
I take over games when I heat up at the shoot around, yo
Underground, you niggas is obviously under a spell
You got threw under the bus without nothing to sell
The money signs blind you from all thе lies that they tell (Woah)
Don't liе to yourself, we had to fight to excel (Pow, pow, pow)
Bite the same mentality with the rifle he held
We cherish Malcolm in my house, no doubt
I'm stuck in it, the grand transition
I'm the man and I can't hand-pick 'em
Don't be a dead man missing, listen
We got the same twenty-four hours
They overlook the message 'cause they focused on the power

[Chorus]
We got the same twenty-four hours (Word)
We got the same twenty-four hours (Word)
We got the same twenty-four hours (Word)
(Go get that shit, nigga)
What you gon' do with it?
We got the same twenty-four hours (Word)
We got the same twenty-four hours (Word)
We got the same twenty-four hours (Word)
(Way more)
What you gon' do with it?
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