Letter N

Yeah
Yow
Un

I got to get this off my soul
Bottom of my feet this is sole
We new slaves
Just Tryna make it home
But it's
Target practice on our dome
So we never make it whole
I guess we still sold
These Chains like
shackles Of stained gold
Cooking crack On
Stained stoves
From picking cotton
Still dying over that white stuff
I guess it's hard
To live righteous
When the night comes
And the street lights light up
And we hungry
Yet everybody bite us
Authentic
But this is what they stole
Our Inner riches
So our spirit still broke
So they Dangle Dollar bills
To give us hope
Five Negroes
One dollar
They want you cut throat
You against your bro
So yo blood became foe
But Neva turn against ya folk
That's what I know
Project living
Got you second guessing most
Get caught up in a party
And ya best friend the host
On a mission for the bread
Bring the toast
Cause this bag of flower
Is the only time I loaf
Spit Like I'm selling dope
Cause my lyrics favor coke
Over dose
Couples lines will get you ghost

Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Toth, Jameel Mcpherson
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