He

I️ don’t
Play no
Fake friend
Fake hoes
Fake time
Fake shoes
Fake out
Oh no
Oh my
Oh no
He goes
He go
He goes
He go
He go
He go

Black man on the block I️ arrive
19 years still He trying to survive
Free ain’t free less you don’t pay the price
Causer catch him living living living is a crime
All I️ need it’s that dream yea that dream
All I️ see is mainstream my bloodstream
Quick to plead to thirteen he thirteen
Now he's trying to do the time like

Oh no
No I️ don’t know
How that got there
Caught him Lying
To the po-po
Now he running for his life
Pop the trunk there they go
Another mother crying as his body hit the floor
Whoa

40 bands and 100 grand
Couldn’t fix I️t fuck a “helping hand”
Couldn’t miss I️t you don’t understand
22 yet Still he half a man
Half a man
19 twisted Dalai-lama
Fuck the world and the master with the body on her
40 acres and a mule
Only lost her father
To another motherfucker touching on his daughter yea
Now tell me more bout it’s so long ago
Now tell me more like I️ don’t fucking know

Now switch the shoe so you could get the whole
Then say some more see where that fucking go
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Here we go
Here’s a new one with a new facade
It’s a shame run the game nothing ever change
Now we to blame
How the mothafuck is we to blame
40 bands and 100 hundred grand
Couldn’t fix I️t fuck a helping hand
40 bands and 100 hundred grand
19 yet still he half a man -half a man

[Malcolm X]

Product of the -product -product of the underground
Product of the -product -product of the underground
Product of the -product -product of the underground
Under wraps catching feelings when you’re not around
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