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want shade, (hello?)

I'd rather go for greatness
Than make it to the c list,
I'd rather work a day shift 
Than front like I'm famous,

My mental good my

undercover, only time is with a bed cloak
I am who I am, can't steal from my damn soul
Chickens judge the cover, you can't even see the egg yolk
Let's go

wave the flag
If I had the ability, I'd take it all back
Yeah them niggas don't care, they be smoking them packs
All these niggas be hating, they cannot

the gutter man
It's nowhere hit the road
Am tired of People look at me like what a bummer (Like what a bummer)
Hundred shorties on my boat yeah
Ten niggas one

Minneapolis is the name ethnic minorities they shame 
But i got to say is that if malcom x was living 
He'd be loving this violent protesting oh yh so let me

He just was shooting on crates
He ain't got no I.d but got a body up to date
This shit crazy the judge looked at me and said baby
U carrying them guns

the children, all the family, and the friends, what you proud of
Good cop, bad cop, ten, four on all decisions ever made, what you proud of
If God with

but I'm not weak
Word to the biscuit and two piece
Been True Grit no TV
I'm like John Wayne in 3D
Raised by the killas and D Boys
On the north side they

to try a check
I'm surrounded by this excess opulence we breaking bread
You know I'ma claim her if she staring at my fuckin neck
You'd think she went

valuable time not takin' what's mine
Food on my plate and the pressure's on to me's high stakes
I'm seein' some things that nine out of ten don't
Betting

backstabbed
Betrayed and caught cases
Left for dead by my loved ones
Bet you wouldn't trade places
God wit God He said imma
Turn you into Neo in the matrix

brothers and cousins clothes
We was standing ten toes before we knew the reasons
No questions asked. All for one and one for all
For our time to shine,

hand out, get a bag and now they can't share
I ain't from the ghetto but I'm protected by them angels.
God, deliver me. Take these chips off my shoulder

Well, where were you at twenty-two
Wasting time by ocean blue 
Party behind an elementary school 
You whispered you were wounded, too 
Basement, red

The world been through some things and we gotta find solutions 
Yea by any means Martin Luther ain't the only one  
We got many dreams 
We got many kings 
We

I miss your touch 
I could've came in clutch
I told you I don't judge 
I'd never hold a grudge 
You know that 
It's a fact 
It's a fact

Imma flip

God mode
I'm a rockstar
That's for y'all...(hey, huh)
Honeymooner
Not in my arsenal
I go by john doe
She give me that jaw though
Good, good vibes in

GG no Gucci
He in hot water jacuzzi
Well I had to serve time for that home invasion
Wanna take this s*** to trial but I hate waitin’
Tell the judge I

what the basement bars do

So don't judge by the pigment
Selling CD's by the shipment
Twenty grand in equipment
Oh shit, that's commitment
So don't tell

If it were up to me I'd give the world hope
But what's the deal though
I'm seeing way too many people that just feel low
It's out of my control but

used to know me try to judge me by my past
You ain't been in my life baby you don't know the half
I sobered up reformed slut on a mission to the cash

So dank rocks is what I'll chop, that's my word
If you come to me with that need, then I'll serve
I never judge on how you get by, that's absurd
Us

an X
You're an easier target when you try to flex
I'm with the violence
I'm at his neck wit the blade
It looks like I play
The violin
How I slice
Ima run

on my low tops
Y'all be bragging by blowing brains out
Mmh hmm
But have you ever seen a brain
Ouuuutside
Of a man's cranium
Ugh
It'd be looking like it's