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Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I'm sayin' Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song Ya feel me, the complexity and shit I like the topic Kodak Black man Look my word is bond as fuck My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us They disregarding us, and if I go to DC, I'm tryna spar with Trump I'm not a politician, just can't ignore the stuff This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt So many sides to this shit, not here for the popular shit Your own people will ask, "When you gon' 'Pac for this shit" Before I die, I'ma teach, I light a blunt then I preach Ain't no facade you can see, that I can only be me I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon' be a queen I'm tryna get shit together, so she can have anything Look my word is bond as fuck My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us They disregarding us, and if I go to DC, I'm tryna spar with Trump I ain't a politician, just can't ignore the stuff I take this life how it come SongtexteGot heart but still won't show love If I tell people where I'm from, they might think I gotta gun Got J's that's still in the box No tax or bands on my ones I took my feelings out this shit and put my trust in my funds Tat my dead homie on my sleeve No need glasses, see what I see Told me at ten, what I wasn't gon' be Nigga ain't make the league, so we turn to the streets Cops wanna blast 'fore they see ya I.D Might do the race 'fore a nigga catch me Damn if it be another R.I.P It's a black/white world but I only see green Killers gettin' off innocent, when the clip showin' that he did the shit Try to talk but they ain't listenin' but they'll point it out if you get ignorant Fuck with you if you a benefit That's why I pay off cash at the dealership But I got money stashed for the bail and shit But I'ma write it off, good penmenship Can't say we representing when half the office White Supremacist This can't be, "Land of the free" If kneeling might cost your position I'm supposed to respect the system They call our brothers, "Sons of bitches" And when my Unc' came home from prison For the same shit y'all tried to turn into a business Take our culture, our blueprint Pay the knockoff to come model us Hurricanes come and swallow us Op niggas tryna put the dot on us We pourin' Henny, cause we all bottled up Granny said, "Scratch ya lottos up" But the bible says it goes full circle I'ma tryna find me a good purpose Look my word is bond as fuck My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us They disregarding us, and if I go to DC, I'm tryna spar with Trump I'm not a politician, you can't ignore the stuff Ain't old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum But I can go die in the army or go to war for them Ain't old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb Told magazines that got me in articles When I'm in Washington DC, I'm doing frauds n' stuff Ain't worried bout Donald Trump Ain't worried bout seeing no monuments These people got weather control Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from? The weather ain't got no name Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from? These people control the rain, these people be diggin' bonkers up But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us I was in the clubs and 6th grade, fightin' the adults and stuff Feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us Ever since the 6th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us Ever since the 10th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us So I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us yeah I fought for us, nigga I die for us, nigga I risk my life for us I risk my life for us nigga and I'll die for us nigga Aus Songtexte Mania