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Sometimes you just gotta give it to em simple and to the point.
(Lyrics) : This is America, we living terrible it'll take more than a parable, your life and mine aren't comparable living conditions turn us so hysterical/ there are a whole lot of variables, our culture is celebrated while the people are hated how dare our folk be so damn dope put in air quotes, / how you fuck with but don't fuck with us, you'll take our style but it's fuck niggas, it may take a while before it's gentrified, in other words y'all are oven fried, I've had enough I won't duck and hide like shit sweet this ain't Duncan Hines/ you up shits Creek without a paddle, future descendants I'ma fight for mine, got me fucked up watching Television, they telling lies so you can they vision, they try their hardest to cause division and the shit be workin I'm appalled at niggas,/ they'll forget it then it's back to business y'all breaking records let me call up Guinness y'all back to frying Karen bout her chicken, they back to Killin, it's back to snitchin/ police called up cause you fell asleep, cause you working hard to go get that degree, can't even be great at a university with someone exposing thier fragility, that fake shit don't appeal to me probably contributes to your fear of me and what I'll be I'm just getting started, (well aren't you the life of the party)/
Then I'ma grill out smile like hey with the grills out, drink lemonade take the ribs out, make me a plate then I pig out,/ I see you hate go head and wig out, it's all in yo face listen here Chile, if I celebrate I'ma get loud cause other days I feel beat down/
Blowing out smoke like ooh, Who are you? Fuck out my face with that bullshit Alice, I'm too busy feeling the groove /you'll sit there ignoring bigger shit, I don't wave hi and you take offense, I wanna live my life though, I think you should get a life coach.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap