Black Males lyrics

[Intro: Boogie]
It’s no winning if you stuck in a losing situation
Thirsty

[Verse One: Boogie]
Uh, look at us black males
Trapped well, crack sales, uh
If that fails, you know just how them rat’s tails
Your fat bails, watch these n*ggas turn to Maxwell
And start singing, okay, sounding like this sample
Problems we can’t gamble, no, problems we can’t handle
Tryna grip this sh*t, in the midst of sh*t, got n*ggas p*ssed as sh*t
We see the light, but we can’t get the sh*t, cause n*ggas flick the switch, sh*t, woo
n*ggas switching to get rich, somehow I never switch, though
Lately, I been boxed in like boxes in them warehouse stock
And I guess Stockton ain’t really wanna pass my momma check
To the mailman, uh, and that’s hell, fam
That’s why I, uh, that’s why I
That’s why I be screaming “f*ck what n*ggas think!”
It’s sin up in the breeze and we inhale it, we ain’t saints, uh

[Interlude: Epic Must Die]
I just want n*ggas to listen

[Verse Two: Epic Must Die]
Maaan, he 25, he doing life
Ten years of crime, started with a dime
His son just turned 6, he ain’t never seen his pops
He only seen some pics, sh*t, his pops ain’t seen him
They the spitting image, both of they fathers missing
I hope he grow up different, y’all probably think I’m tripping
Spitting all this sentimental sh*t, but really it’s realistic sh*t
That’s how it be, the sh*t is deep, touching me, you feel this sh*t?
How many n*ggas think a gun make ‘em bigger?
A set make ‘em stronger? A rag make ‘em realer?
A homie for a homie, but revenge ain’t gon’ finish that
Black-on-black to wearing black at funerals, so remember that
Before you pull a trigger, that’s not another n*gga
Nah, that’s your brother, you still gon’ kill ‘em, huh?
Over what? Probably something stupid
Typical black males, man, what the f*ck is we doing?