Ya'LL
Fuck the game
Swear to god
In the center frame
Barely move the odds
Till I rob my way to better days
Brother told me chill it out
Once you're in the play
You can never get away
Trap there's no gettin' out
Y'all act like the streets really love you
Y'all act like them plugs ain't above you
Y'all think cause you black
This is how you act
Like you can't change the path
If you want to
Ain't nobody hustlin' like the government
Guess who brought all them drugs to the function
Guess who loves all them wokes who are fake though
Who turn all the wrong things into scapegoats
Y'all act like your life ain't a person
Y'all act like your dumb or you worthless
Y'all act in a way
That'll make your day easy
So you ain't gotta burden with a purpose
Grindin' here till I made it
You lie to me and I hate it
Grindin' here till I made it
You lie to me and I...
Check money
When it raw
How we live it up
Lovin' how it feels
Then you never wanna give it up
Same thing and it bang
Like a 7:30 ward
Always been a war
For the getting up
Can't breathe
Bend the knee
Like police is UFC
Angry
Cause they're murderin' me
I pay fee for the privilege to be
I didn't ask for the action
They brash from the shit on TV
I got problems with both sides
Mad sly talk and bowties
And pimps in disguise
These days its fake
Need receipts in these times
The hate made to sink your incline
Ghost notes
It's all play but empty
Just cause they smile don't mean they friendly
Don't trust shit but your will to live
Cause the world is sick
And you live in it
Swear to god
In the center frame
Barely move the odds
Till I rob my way to better days
Brother told me chill it out
Once you're in the play
You can never get away
Trap there's no gettin' out
Y'all act like the streets really love you
Y'all act like them plugs ain't above you
Y'all think cause you black
This is how you act
Like you can't change the path
If you want to
Ain't nobody hustlin' like the government
Guess who brought all them drugs to the function
Guess who loves all them wokes who are fake though
Who turn all the wrong things into scapegoats
Y'all act like your life ain't a person
Y'all act like your dumb or you worthless
Y'all act in a way
That'll make your day easy
So you ain't gotta burden with a purpose
Grindin' here till I made it
You lie to me and I hate it
Grindin' here till I made it
You lie to me and I...
Check money
When it raw
How we live it up
Lovin' how it feels
Then you never wanna give it up
Same thing and it bang
Like a 7:30 ward
Always been a war
For the getting up
Can't breathe
Bend the knee
Like police is UFC
Angry
Cause they're murderin' me
I pay fee for the privilege to be
I didn't ask for the action
They brash from the shit on TV
I got problems with both sides
Mad sly talk and bowties
And pimps in disguise
These days its fake
Need receipts in these times
The hate made to sink your incline
Ghost notes
It's all play but empty
Just cause they smile don't mean they friendly
Don't trust shit but your will to live
Cause the world is sick
And you live in it
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Writer(s): Emanuel Mendes
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