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I made you a living when (uh-huh)
When I was free (when I was free)
I made you a living when (uh-huh)
When I was free (when I was free)

Everything's a party scene
When ya' young wild and free
Caggage like dinner greens
Now we know what winning means
And they just wanna hang us up in distant trees
While we roll Fanta wraps 'round smoking leaves
Folk raps and soulful leads
High notes and poetry
Concrete jungle
Even they gravel you can grow a seed
Paid my local fees
Now it's time to own a deed
Raised in neighborhoods with no dreams
Only feins
Change the neighborhood
With no loans, only cheese
Let our own people
Go patrol the streets
No lynch mobs for quick jogs
No heart drops when 12 drift by

We are not our ancestors, nigga
We been in a pandemic, nigga
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeah, we the young Black Malitia
Now bounce that ass, quick twerk sum
I'ma throw cash, quick twerk sum
Now bounce that ass, quick twerk sum
And shake that ass like it's worth sum

I really try to see it from the opposite side
Black man dead, white cop is alive
No crime committed at the time he arrived
The cell phones caught it but the body cam died

It start with what you believe in
Then they influence what you eating
Where that fried chicken extra seasoned
And them niggas mad, they extra eager
Black on black a kill ya' too, huh
That's the new way we ringing noose now
I be watching, don't think you two hot
A few shots cruiser and now you 2Pac

We are not our ancestors, nigga
We been in a pandemic, nigga
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeah, we the young Black Malitia
Now bounce that ass, quick twerk sum
I'ma throw cash, quick twerk sum
Now bounce that ass, quick twerk sum
And shake that ass like it's worth sum

No surprise, no explanation
How united you really think the States is
Shit, let's try sum it up in a statement
So colonist come to a land with natives
Befriended the tribe so they could learn how to stay here
Then kill them off and they called that shit Thanksgive
Some time later they brought the slaves in
Raped all of the women in front of chain men
Striped from their true name and tried to renamed them
Than told 'em bout a white man who can save them
Blue eyes, blond hair, that's arrangements
Damn, that ain't Jesus, nigga, that's Satan
Skin of bronze, hair of wool, no relation
Child, you better stop with all that fussing that you making
This the new generation and we ain't on no slave shit

We are not our ancestors, nigga
We been in a pandemic nigga
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeah, we the young Black Malitia

We are not our ancestors, nigga
We been in a pandemic nigga
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeah, we the young Black Malitia

Now bounce that ass, quick twerk sum
I'ma throw cash, quick twerk sum
Now bounce that ass, quick twerk sum
And shake that ass like it's worth sum