Common Ground Video (MV)

Will I see you?
Just talkin' about what I see
It's not opinion-based, it's just, just shit I see, uh

The suburbs are filled with ebonics and trap sonics
Frat boys saying, "No cap, put racks on it"
The dialect got a lil' splash of some Black on it
Cap and gowns bought by the money in dad's pockets
White girls squattin', tryna get that ass poppin'
Caught back talking to their mom and dad's often
Reciting rap lyrics 'bout murder and cash profit
Get to feel like a thug but don't have to act on it
Local homicide rates got 'em astonished
Reading 'bout it on a laptop in pajamas
Microsoft Office to complete their assignments
Never seen the hood still can't help but have comments
Never had a convo with a kid from that climate
That really has trauma, that really got taught
To survive by any means, f*ck bitches, stack commas
Common ground ain't that common

The festivals are filled with Larry Bird jerseys
College students in a hurry to jump to a four-count and say the N-word
Business interns taking molly then percs
Trampling on top of bodies in dirt
Condescending suburban kids growin' up to be rap journalists
Writin' urban myths about who they think is the best urban kid
And who the worst is and who's authentic
And what the real hip hop is and who's all in it
Thrift shopping for articles and garments
That feel like they came from a foreign environment
Secondhand Bape, Supreme and Gallery Department
Anything to feel less harmless
Adderall dealers, carryin' 'round guns just to make it feel realer
House with white pillars, no rough just diamonds, the education private
It's all by design and
Common ground ain't that common

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