I'm sick of the news political views
Let's start askin the accusers and not the accused
Some of you dumb motherf*ckers can't handle the truth
Reality's not limited to perceptions we use
So I rap in my coupe ya I think that I'm hot
Tryna figure out who the goat really gotta stop
I dont really give a f*ck nigga Biggie or Pac
They both legends in my eyes I'm just pissed they got shot
Four brothas shot on my block the other day no cappin
Just a lil scrum between some muhf*ckin addicts
This is big news reporters should've been ecstatic
But a white dude wasn't involved they aint reactin
Man that's madness, I dont know what they reportin
Tryna impeach the president and they ain't even scorin
They reportin brexit and that government is foreign
Escapin wit that saxophone it feel like I'm in New Orleans
On the gang
Since day one
Been given a label
Was once viewed as the help
Not a guest at the dam table
Had to train the wolf
That layed dormant inside
I blame the system
Why I'm always down to ride
Shady politicians reason I won't listen
Tired of haven no pot to pissen
I watched niggas
Take they pot n head straight to the kitchen
I guess cuz I'm black
I Gota be on crack or selling
Get pulled for a seatbelt
Nigga Now I'm a felon
To many t shirts wit a Young face one
Fist in the air representing lost lives
Like Freddie gray and travon
Goals to win as I race on
It's hard cuz my skin
Put this target on my back
That's why i I Neva slack
Watching shit like a movie
Certain shit Neva move me
To them ima black op
As they play call of duty
Uh so much time has passed
Graduated now I'm hella faded at my pad
Writing on the pad telling stories like a dad
I might be sounding wack but the shit is pretty sad
One time my mom seen me almost die, it made her cry
Then some cops come by say I need to take a ride?
Reflecting on the past, so much shit at hand
How they lockin us all up without no evidence
Back into those days, my Sporadic ways
A kid trapping in the yard with my homie K
We were soldiers that attacked without interface
Then some things changed K had found a gang gang
He was movin whatever that you could name name
Twelve was cruisin where ever he couldn't maintain
Now he's locked in a cellar He in a cage cage
That's my day one brother, I can't do anything
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I'm sick of the news political views
Let's start askin the accusers and not the accused
Some of you dumb motherf*ckers can't handle the truth
Reality's not limited to perceptions we use
So I rap in my coupe ya I think that I'm hot
Tryna figure out who the goat really gotta stop
I dont really give a f*ck nigga Biggie or Pac
They both legends in my eyes I'm just pissed they got shot
Four brothas shot on my block the other day no cappin
Just a lil scrum between some muhf*ckin addicts
This is big news reporters should've been ecstatic
But a white dude wasn't involved they aint reactin
Man that's madness, I dont know what they reportin
Tryna impeach the president and they ain't even scorin
They reportin brexit and that government is foreign
Escapin wit that saxophone it feel like I'm in New Orleans
On the gang
Since day one
Been given a label
Was once viewed as the help
Not a guest at the dam table
Had to train the wolf
That layed dormant inside
I blame the system
Why I'm always down to ride
Shady politicians reason I won't listen
Tired of haven no pot to pissen
I watched niggas
Take they pot n head straight to the kitchen
I guess cuz I'm black
I Gota be on crack or selling
Get pulled for a seatbelt
Nigga Now I'm a felon
To many t shirts wit a Young face one
Fist in the air representing lost lives
Like Freddie gray and travon
Goals to win as I race on
It's hard cuz my skin
Put this target on my back
That's why i I Neva slack
Watching shit like a movie
Certain shit Neva move me
To them ima black op
As they play call of duty
Uh so much time has passed
Graduated now I'm hella faded at my pad
Writing on the pad telling stories like a dad
I might be sounding wack but the shit is pretty sad
One time my mom seen me almost die, it made her cry
Then some cops come by say I need to take a ride?
Reflecting on the past, so much shit at hand
How they lockin us all up without no evidence
Back into those days, my Sporadic ways
A kid trapping in the yard with my homie K
We were soldiers that attacked without interface
Then some things changed K had found a gang gang
He was movin whatever that you could name name
Twelve was cruisin where ever he couldn't maintain
Now he's locked in a cellar He in a cage cage
That's my day one brother, I can't do anything
Let's start askin the accusers and not the accused
Some of you dumb motherf*ckers can't handle the truth
Reality's not limited to perceptions we use
So I rap in my coupe ya I think that I'm hot
Tryna figure out who the goat really gotta stop
I dont really give a f*ck nigga Biggie or Pac
They both legends in my eyes I'm just pissed they got shot
Four brothas shot on my block the other day no cappin
Just a lil scrum between some muhf*ckin addicts
This is big news reporters should've been ecstatic
But a white dude wasn't involved they aint reactin
Man that's madness, I dont know what they reportin
Tryna impeach the president and they ain't even scorin
They reportin brexit and that government is foreign
Escapin wit that saxophone it feel like I'm in New Orleans
On the gang
Since day one
Been given a label
Was once viewed as the help
Not a guest at the dam table
Had to train the wolf
That layed dormant inside
I blame the system
Why I'm always down to ride
Shady politicians reason I won't listen
Tired of haven no pot to pissen
I watched niggas
Take they pot n head straight to the kitchen
I guess cuz I'm black
I Gota be on crack or selling
Get pulled for a seatbelt
Nigga Now I'm a felon
To many t shirts wit a Young face one
Fist in the air representing lost lives
Like Freddie gray and travon
Goals to win as I race on
It's hard cuz my skin
Put this target on my back
That's why i I Neva slack
Watching shit like a movie
Certain shit Neva move me
To them ima black op
As they play call of duty
Uh so much time has passed
Graduated now I'm hella faded at my pad
Writing on the pad telling stories like a dad
I might be sounding wack but the shit is pretty sad
One time my mom seen me almost die, it made her cry
Then some cops come by say I need to take a ride?
Reflecting on the past, so much shit at hand
How they lockin us all up without no evidence
Back into those days, my Sporadic ways
A kid trapping in the yard with my homie K
We were soldiers that attacked without interface
Then some things changed K had found a gang gang
He was movin whatever that you could name name
Twelve was cruisin where ever he couldn't maintain
Now he's locked in a cellar He in a cage cage
That's my day one brother, I can't do anything
Writer: CRAIG SMITH
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