LOS - Next Black President lyrics

[Los] Shooter baby, it's Los Can yall hear me out there? I hope so [Los - Verse 1] What if I told you that pain was suitable That hardships, bad times, and rain was beautiful Now have in your environment, the blame is usual In fact, anything that you could blame is usable What if I told you I could show you through the sky And if you took my hand and just believe you could fly Would you stand there without your feet leaving the ground Maybe the doubt inside your heart is what's been keeping you down Well I'm hear to tell you, I aint here to sell you a dream Only you can fail ya, make your doubters hail you a king Cause you royalty, born piss poor though the worst times Instead of hatred, learn to love yourself for the first time So for that hug your father never gave you, here goes one And if I gotta be your backbone till you grow one I will, to instill morals and principles Just to let you know you invincible [Chorus] Jealousy is weak, and hatred is irrelevant Damn they got me feeling like the next black president I been through it all, and made it through my obstacles Straight up out the hood, so anything is possible And only make you stronger, that's that evident Standing here, feeling like the next black president You gotta say the future can't be negligent So put ya hands up if you the next black president (Verse 2) It's something about the struggle that attracts hustlers Forever attached, the ones that never detached suffer Maybe the lack luster and the black structure Is the thing that deems the ability to adapt tougher When the guidance is gone, and the respect falls And I only talk to my brothers through collect calls That disconnect is like disrespect And from a ?? something I could just accept How many times will defeat nail ya Probably as many times as you repeat failure Its like we petrified of who's inside Scared to lose, so we extra size (?) foolish pride As long as you alive, you got a chance to make it And bein locked in the cycle is just a chance to break it No condition can stop you, no obstacle can block you Just tell that people that knock you, I say... (Chorus) Crowned king when my pop died The new Thriller ever since the King of Pop died My verses could verse three me in the top 5 I was the heart transplant when hip hop died Verbally I'm Ben Carson Yall duplicate the wheel, I reinvent awesome I'm fly, minus the hero's method I could apply pressure with zero effort So tell me what you mad fo' You can't be my son if the sun is my shadow Leave rappers in circles, no ciphers Cause I'm the best behind bars, no Rikers End the story, no curtain call Smilin at the one's that told me this wouldn't work at all Never ?? in defeat, only gratitude So next black president, this my attitude