My city so cold it turned my soul into abominable
Emcees see Damiano, they fall back like some dominoes
Down ya go to the hospital
Take this box cutter from momma
And slice ya like an envelope
You lightweight like an isotope
I get so high that when I close my eyes I see kaleidoscopes
Ya third eye is closed, your ignorance a blindfold
You ain't scoring on my goals
Homie betta play ya role
Fore you get smoked ya life stole
Bro
Anything could happen
Them ya boys till somethin happen
And you catch em bastards laughin
Nigga, I don't trust a soul even Jesus got told on
And every time I call his father he tell me hold on
Used to think they so wrong, for sayin that my soul gone
But, now I believe them
I'm seeing how I'm evil
But IDGAF I'm dope as what you put in needles
Mix of Rick Ross painting with Bob Ross's easel
Buffalove gets no love, out here look medieval
The segregation is real
That's why we medicate till
We can't feel
And our bodies numb
That's why we all so f*ckin grimey
It's the ambience
The holding center killing people with no consequence
And if we riot out this bitch
They'll bring out army guns
But if they kill me I don't care
They'll only harm me once
71-triple 6
God abandoned us
They don't wanna see us prosper
They just laugh at us
And when they view us all they see is monsters, animals
They want us dead
But instead we gaining capital
It's black magic for a reason we so magical
If the diaspora unite they'll be vaginal
Because they scared of us being one
Look at the evil they done
Look at the evil they done
Look at the evil they done
Look at the evil they done
Look at the evil they done
It's so much
I'm rollin like I ain't gotta take a piss test
Still ain't fall in love with no bitch yet
I was tryna get my Momma out the hood with this check
And I'm splurging it on some shit that I ain't get yet
Man I'm up in DC
Like Wale cousins and politicians
Niggas need to stand together
Nigga stop the bitchin
We don't feel em
Even if we have to
President trippin if I was Donald I'd brag too
White people run it
Why is we so late
Big chip on yo shoulder
That's a Frito lay
Birds fly high like when the Eagles play
Put you together like a puzzle when the Eagle spray
My Dad doing time but shit he okay
Long as his commissary packed nigga
Locked up
That's how it feel to be a black nigga
Because we trapped huh
Got a rap cuz they labelled you a crack dealer
But I'm back
Feel light
That forty on my lap
I'm relaxed
Bitch give me face off the book I'ma mack
How you put yo brother on a stand
He a rat
How you a man and put yo friends in a can
I don't understand that's yo mans in a jam
I guess everybody can't be me
Life was never easy
Momma said you can't believe everything on that TV
Now I'm like Stevie
Look at the evil they done
Look at the evil they done
Look at the evil they done
Look at the evil they done
It's so much