Released on January 1, 2019

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(Verse 1: Price)

Yeah

As the wheels turn city to city

Hundreds grow, chronic smoke, you never know

Who gon' fold? Still I move with inner grace

You, in the bullshit, I, innovate

You, ill intentions, I, illustrate

You, instigate, I, instantly get the cake

Trapping out the states

Tours got bigger dates

Crib got bigger gates

Negotiate bigger rates

When you're black and know your worth, you seem to intimidate

Those who ain't comfortable in the skin of their own race

People movin' with limits, I, eliminate

My black people, we gotta feed, no Twitter page

I've conquered all my demons, now watch me demonstrate

Granny made sure we ate everything on that dinner plate

If you ain't talkin' partnerships, I can't participate

Cross that thin line, put you in line

No figure skate

Only say it once, ain't no time to reiterate

Might be wires on that phone, too many incriminate themselves

Just to be put in the box, then integrate

With people they call "Convicts"

Modern slavery nonsense (Clap on)

(Verse 2: Oktane)

Hold up

Rewind this, what we doin' is timeless

And I ain't even in my prime yet

I guess God got his own time set

Are the real finally back up on the rise? Yes

I take my time with it, every time

Nigga, the tribe where I reside, keep it in the vibe nigga

Westside 'til the day I die or either the sky gotta decide

'Til then I'm getting high, I

Thank God that I'm still alive

Many nights as I woke up drunk, I should've died

Forgave many, I could've been full of pride

Many demons, and shit, God I pray they ain't still inside

Had to give y'all the truth, couldn't vision livin' a lie

Had to win it by 2, couldn't vision givin' a tie

Had to give it to you, done already gave it to God

How the hell do I do it? I swear I ain't even trying

But nigga, I ain't even tired

That girl still moanin', I gotta keep giving rounds

Ain't too many that started that's still around

Ain't too many that had it that got it now

I was never worried 'bout status, I got a sound

You niggas couldn't shoot me a text, now you wanna pound

The women, man they wanted me then and they want me

I hope your table is set when it's turned around, My Turn

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