[Verse 1 (0:19)]

Yeah

Look

Half green, white, red, half African

They tell me all that money was an accident

Then they tell me that I ain't black enough 'cause I ain't standin' up wit' all the activists

And I ain't passionate, ain't a graduate

And I don't believe in all that sacrament

That they wave around in my face like I'm some kind of antagonist

I imagine a little bit better

Pack warm for the weather, that's what my pops say

Ever heard the sound that a Glock make?

Black man down put a flag wit' a (inaudible)

Ever wonder why a nigga get 10 if he sell a lil' crack

A white collar money launder a couple hundred million, and he don't even get that?

It ain't an epidemic, it's just a cynic

This little light of mine they won't let it

I keep spreadin' that I'm gon' get it

Shit just facts I ain't prophetic

[Hook(1:00)]

I told my people that I got em once I got it and I got it

I told my people that I got em once I got it and I got it

[Verse 2 (1:15)]

Now who the hell woulda thought that?

Left home look what a nigga brought back

Whole lotta bullshit, the old shit not gone Just care a lil´ less ´cause the lights back on And ya bank look good

Home looks nice

Got good weed for a real good price

Cop roll by and they don´t look twice

Ha ha

Yeah right, gotta duck that steel

Too much lip gotta tuck that real

Nigga feel free who don´t want that feel?

Came when I told em Imma fuck that bill

Ha ha yeah out here livin comfortable

Came from a place dysfunctional

But I love my fam and I love my home and I´m glad I ain´t grow up with the Huxtables

Where´s the table? (Inaudible)

I live here, I grieve here

I finally found a lil peace here

But I don´t think that I can leave here

Yet

[Hook(1:52)]

Cause I told my people that I got em once I got it and I got it

Yeah

I told my people that I got em once I got it boy I got it

[Verse 3 (3:02)]

Yeah

Look look

Nigga we go back like

Four fats on a Cadillac

Went from Maddog 20/20 to some old E

Then we drinkin´ yak now I ain´t even drinkin´ that

Couple shots of Louie cost about a rack

Spend it for my dog now I ain´t even call

The fuck is up wit´ that

This is facts

And I hate I had to put a real nigga in a fuckin rap

But I always had your mothafuckin' back

Now when you see me prolly wanna scrap now

Nah I´m cool offa all of that shit

Fuck a cell when you livin´ well and you markin' cities off on your Atlas

Three women huggin' on yo mattress

And you flip em' all that's a hat trick

Got the whole world doin backflips

You just doin you

And you always end up on somebody's Blacklist

Its the shit though, even though I feel like I'm the only one that ain't skitzo

All your friendships is in limbo

While you lookin funny at your kinfolk

But it's all good, it's all hood

Im always lookin at the other side like my mother's side

Like when my mother cried tears cause her brother died, yeah

Now its real here gotta feel here

Nobody thought I'd get a bill here and I'm still here

Even though I know I'm prolly gonna be 50 in a wheelchair

But my fam good and my kids straight

29 and not an inmate

Somethin' these niggas couldn't dictate

Just a lil nigga wit' a big plate in a big pond where the fish hate

Everybody in it that's why I'm only here for A minute

Can't kick it in the post gotta pivot

Gotta get it while the gettins good

But it's gettin' bad cause everybody stickin' Out their hand but

Don't nobody wanna grab none