调：A minor•
Verse 1
Consume your pride, hold it down,
We remain the same,
And best believe, I had a price to pay
All this hard work I put in,
What I see while I fly in a coupe, I write in
little niggas starving outrageous
Police pullin' out cop gauges,
Happy blood,
he's tryin' to get it, corners flooded
Got willys, gettin' ghostwriters
Tryin' to turn the brick to a budget
Thug cowards'll fake it
But you know I'm sending it to the ghetto,
I'm praising
Soaring bright, holding down
we remain the same
it's on the face we claim
Ridin' them fancy cars
Cee
Lo around the corner from the stores
Over and over and over again
Why did we have to fall?
I ain't gon' fuck with the game no more
I wish I could be where y could be
Am
Dm
Am
Yo, I give you a second to reach,
I dare you to squeeze
Shots whistlin' in the wind like the
Malibu breeze
I'm drivin' to heaven
In a pearly 745, I attend it, sky my senate
still money maintainin'
Look at the world from a picture
King of
New
York
To dancin' in videos like
Christopher
Walken
And so we're fried,
So the things we claim don't
locked in prison
But no jail cell or hollow point
can stop the vision
I don't know but I'm losing my mind
Don
Bishop, I preach to the misguided youth
And niggas runnin' the streets,
When confronted with beef, I squeeze,
you won't catch porn under a sheet
wherever the thugs meet
When it's over, for now I die for mine,
put that on my seats
Why these jinks on my back all the time?
All this shit I put in, this is what I get out
I guess it's one way in and no way out
we've been made the same
it's on the face we claim
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