[ Featuring Tricia Boutte, Sunset Rhythm Kings ]
Tears fall from the sky
Mindin' the hooligans, I think I'm loosin' it
Hope you're along the ride
Buckle the seatbelt, so many want me to crash and die
Who can I call when I need help?
Jugglin' thuggin' and passion and pride
Sayin' it loud, like James, rollin' the window down, ayy
Bro, do you gang bang? Yeah, click-clack, baow
I'ma regret it mañana
Niggas be doin' shit just to be doin' it
We eatin' better tomorrow, real food stamp babies
My people product of poverty
I don't know why they would play with us
Choppers in luxury vehicles
Livin' like Saudi Arabians
Learned Reaganomics and ran it up
We ain't got nothing to show for it
Infatuated with folklore
We still on some nigga shit
Money, I'm gettin' it
Heaven, I'm livin' it
I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin', I feel like it's you
I know that it's you
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and-
The cable was basic, the bitches was basic-er
Love and a kiss from her mom, call me her son
She let me stay with her
Maybe we livin' haram, can't go to prom, send me a prayer up
To the Heavens above, is it a mansion for thugs?
Where did Tupac and 'em go?
Where Nipsey Hus' and 'em go?
Swavey and Drakeo?
Ricche and Slim Foe?
I spend a lot of my time missin' our kinfolks
Put 'em inside of a rhyme hopin' they live on
Money, I'm gettin' it
Heaven, I'm livin' it
I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin', I feel like it's you
I know that it's you
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and-
Still on some nigga shit
Still on real nigga shit, uh
Tell me what you know 'bout it
Get your hand out my pocket, yeah
Yeah
Infatuated with folklore
I'd rather be a N-I-G-G-A
What do you say?
