They say the first step to recovery is admitting that you have a problem, correct? Well, um, I guess I have a problem I’m going to let off somebody’s ignorance real quick It’s Aha
No matter how you flip it man you know it ain’t the same I wish that I could turn it off but this ain’t a game Michael tried to bleach it but he couldn’t wipe the stain Them shots can’t be on accident it ain’t that hard to aim Can’t control ourselves that’s another baby game That’s a new addition while we standing in the rain We just trying to get paid we don’t care about no fame Only white privilege that we have is when we [?] We don’t go to work we just chill in front of buildings Get our refunds then we stunt like we got millions Ain’t even our money but we think we beat the system Then we out on all these kids then we know these ain’t our children [?] going to jail just to steal a sausage biscuit Give a bad number that we know ain’t got no minutes Run from the police like we are all about fitness Came to tell the truth I really care about your feelings Aha
Everybody trying hard to make it This game ain’t fair it got all my people faking Everybody know the truth but won’t nobody say it We just want to be loved like we’re playing for the Lakers I wonder why they hate us I wonder why they hate us
Change the way that I talk so now I sound proper Change the way that I dress forget the club I think I’m gonna hit the opera Change the way that I eat I want some calamari, shrimp and lobster Change the way that we dance since she doesn’t twerk we did the Lambada (Hey, hey! They’re doing the Lambada! That’s the forbidden dance) Imma go to college Imma get me a degree Imma follow all the rules inside and work in industry Imma work until I go through everything in front of me And make sure that my skin is not the only color that they see Imma make all of this money Imma go back to the hood Imma ball on all my friends and Imma show them living good Still remember where I’m from know these hittas think I’m stupid License hidden in the trunk so I hope somebody do it This is an illusion, a reality Illustration of the world that really wants to bury me Do believe in Jesus so it ain’t that much to scare me I’ll just be in heaven while I watch my family carry me Uh
Everybody trying hard to make it This game ain’t fair it got all my people faking Everybody know the truth but won’t nobody say it We just want to be loved like we’re playing for the Lakers I wonder why they hate us I wonder why they hate us
Imma go to college Imma get me a degree Imma follow all the rules inside and work in industry Imma work until I go through everything in front of me And make sure that my skin is not the only color that they see
Welch told me chill out with the trap songs Its Aha