Talking im not that
Trynna place brown kids on the map
You’re focused on the gas
Im just trynna push the flag
I dont want a bag
Im just here to spit some facts
Some things in life i’ve stood for
But never heard no claps
Young kids smoking hash
I’ve loved malana, in fact
I didn't recognize myself
I still can't talk to dad
Some things just stay confused, forever
Is it all in my head?
Am i settled for right one
Or is it cause of the sex
So much on my mind
I could fill an empty plate
So much to look upto
But they only look at grades
Matter of fact, thats not me
I only look up to the greats
I study them, i study stories
You can test me anyday
Rollin’ up rollin’ up rollin’ up joints
They cookin’ up
f*ckin’ up
Gathering points
U hatin’ on somebody down the road
Man happy with the way, his life goes
But you can't look cause, he just smiled
And things are f*cked up in your own damn life
Gotta change that
Gotta change your life
You can't sit and yell
Gotta fix your life, boy
But i promise you
Things will be better
Things will be better
I promise you
Really
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