I got to get my groove back, you know
Been a minute
yeah ( i don't know what i'm doin')
yeah
uh
Label me greedy but see me finish what petey started
From carolina where n**'s spray like graffiti artist
The south n** them n** use to think we retarded
And slow as hell but well well
Look now we regarded as the n**'s
I f** with non-rappin n**'s, non-clappin n**'s
n**'s is real, yall action figures
Ain't into actin bigger than i really am
Ain't no two ways around it, motherf**a i'm the man
Where the beef at
Back in the days I ain't even go out for recess
A n** don't play
Man i been livin o.k.
Been up in queens where they rid of those foes
And n**'s gats got bodies like video hoes
This J. COLE
You not f**in with just any ol' flow
I'm like the '95 penny, you like penny '04
No disrespect to my favorite player ,n***as pray a n**
never see the day a n** rich so i'm slayin n**'s
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This is for my n**'s tryna make it
Watch out for them evil a** n**'s tryna take it (uh)
They love to see a n** dead or in jail
Livin in a world where we set up to fail
But, Ima get, n***a i'm finna get it (uh)
Ima get it, n***a im finna get it (yeah)
Ima get it, n***a i'm finna get it (yeah)
Ima get it (yeah), n***a i got to get it
n***as in the street know
n***a blessed peace, i got that preist flow ( Heavenly)
You gon' crossover if he reach for the rock
Just a figure of speach for the glock
From the ville where the police know the heat blow alot
Like a beach, know it's hot n***as laid out
Call them fake n**s center fielders cuz they played out
Watch our boys fade out
n***as tryna hate
I he only knew my dick in his dane mouth
just made out
came out the woodworks
now they tryna peep a n***a footwork
I'm getin real green, yall n**s playin on some good turf
Fake money, scared money never make money
And a n***a fear nothin but god
f** a facade
I'm just focused on stuff in my pocket
what up with them wads and sh**
hundred thousand dollar deposit sh**
Been dreamin bout millions since a n***a was 5 or 6
And so strive, ima god, this some bible sh**
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Tell em geppetos my n***as is ghetto with scarface dreams
At the block with that hard rate, that's all they seen
n***as k**in n***as on broad day on all they screams
Watching cops love car chase scened
n***as arrested
Treat us like roaches, the prison n***as infected
They hate to see the day we ain't slain, n***as invested
All created equal, looks like to a less than
Depending on your race or depending on your adress man
I been blessed, was given less and but still progress man
I hate to see the position my n***as left in
Slay dope or n***a you slave for minimum wage
Ashamed
But we livin in a cage, so n***a get paid
How could i tell a n***a not to hustle
Yea it's a better life my n***a, but its not for us though
Instead they wanted us to break
They never wanted us to make it yea
To my n***as smart enough to be smart enough to take it
ni**a!