[Verse 1:]

Operate

Impossible but I can do it

Flares of flames flicker blue spit

Riding 'round in broken Buicks

Ain't got plenty

Nigga ain’t got pennies

We got unchained, and we got no change

But if we made change, then we might change the world, ye

All the motion settles

Smoke tabacco when the cold is out the kettle

We might lack the cope to code and crack the hope

And watch you choke on rap while we go paper chase

Pulp fiction

In reality sad

Like any visions turns out, huh?

And they claiming I'm a pessimistic person

But I think Im realistic when the odds weak

They calling us outcasts

Home at the bottom, yet they ain't done with all of you

The system don’t hate you

They put you and pack you in drawers with all of you

Ain’t got money, ain’t got hope nigga

Ain’t got money ain’t got hope nah

Ain’t got money ain’t got ropes

In the harbor of a bank in a boat

Gotta be criminal if they really have to

Yuh, making money for their momma and they sister

For their brother and they little cousins

Gotta make some money they can eat up

Yea, that’s how it go

How it rock

One time independent on yo mic, check

Two times, we dun rock it for yo pay debts

Three times, indigo chillen who bring steps, uh. Yea

[Chorus:]

We holdin on' till we die

We rile up on' and we fight

We monopole and we rise

Standin high with our pride

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[Verse 2:]

I'm liquefied

Dead inside, making digitals

Yea

I’d raise up on these heavy tides, wasn’t

If I had to be criminal yea

It’s funny how the money check

Make money for my sister cause my cousin dead

That’s true

Spinning circles like an academic

Been thinking 'bout the shit that we will never have

Pulp Fiction

Yea, Yea, Yea

Smoke my fiscal

Break my back on missions

Living affluential

With a bad practitioner who on crack

They been dip n dabbing

While we wip and sobbing

It’s so different sad and really whack

Everybody talking bout their expectations

While they hissing flags that pitch black

I ain’t dissing jack

I’m talking jig n jazz

More like fifth, don’t brag or stay back

I play my disc impatiently

N shit be changing everybody chasing out they pack

Making all they papers

Strike a faithful radar

Plantin' all my 'taters in plantation

We dun spin equators 'round the whole globe hater

We the truth in chasing our prey

Nigga we out