[Intro: Neek Bucks & CeeLo Green]
Hitmaka
Oh
Yeah, woah, yeah (Ah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Neek Bucks & CeeLo Green]
Feels so crazy, I gotta walk outside my house and hope and pray that they don't shoot me
Off the color of our skin, you should salute me (Salute me)
Black for me Black, man, 'cause ain't nobody else gon' do it like you (Ah)
This shit go both ways, you my brother, I gotta do it for you
And I ain't gon' sit around and act like I'm some activist
But boy, I seen some savage shit, that's why I went the path I went
You ever seen a nigga turn two-fifty to a half a brick?
Risk it just to feed his family, damn, I can't go back again
I'm in Cali in a foreign, right on Sunset
Bro rushin', tryna get us off Rodeo, but we ain't done yet
Come from nothin'
So much talent where we come from, but we can't nеver get it togethеr (Ah, yeah)
It's gettin' tirin', just a product of my environment, yeah
[Chorus: CeeLo Green]
Tryna choose between one or the other
Will it be my gun or my brother?
The streets takes sons from the mothers
Ain't nowhere to run from the struggle
Wish I could put the word in the song
Hadn't planned on livin' this long
But the son light's still on
Hitmaka
Oh
Yeah, woah, yeah (Ah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Neek Bucks & CeeLo Green]
Feels so crazy, I gotta walk outside my house and hope and pray that they don't shoot me
Off the color of our skin, you should salute me (Salute me)
Black for me Black, man, 'cause ain't nobody else gon' do it like you (Ah)
This shit go both ways, you my brother, I gotta do it for you
And I ain't gon' sit around and act like I'm some activist
But boy, I seen some savage shit, that's why I went the path I went
You ever seen a nigga turn two-fifty to a half a brick?
Risk it just to feed his family, damn, I can't go back again
I'm in Cali in a foreign, right on Sunset
Bro rushin', tryna get us off Rodeo, but we ain't done yet
Come from nothin'
So much talent where we come from, but we can't nеver get it togethеr (Ah, yeah)
It's gettin' tirin', just a product of my environment, yeah
[Chorus: CeeLo Green]
Tryna choose between one or the other
Will it be my gun or my brother?
The streets takes sons from the mothers
Ain't nowhere to run from the struggle
Wish I could put the word in the song
Hadn't planned on livin' this long
But the son light's still on
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