Black Sheep
I'm the black sheep that rose from the ashes now I constantly fight
But these battles are with myself I'm always dimming my light
This not a scrimmage can't be limiting my talent and might
There are are no second chances here
Allegations ruin your life
But in spite
Can't be delusional they'll show up to your funeral
Acting like it was beautiful posting pictures just using you
Another black man just entertaining the masses
We got a thousand slave films
White people watch it and laughing
My nigga bang under the five he make you sing like the Jackson's
And neither had a childhood America's a distraction
I'll rather lie and piss you off just to get a reaction
Just like them bitches all on Twitter our black men they be trashing
Shit
Working real hard so a nigga can pay all of his dues
Life's ten times harder when your complexion's a darker hue
It's a fact, matter of fact, we still finding a groove
Doing what we got to do, staying on the Ps and Qs
It's not a class, life steady testing
It's shit you can not learn in a institutional lesson
That's real shit
Like having to cut loose ends that were once friends
Cause they don't wanna be leaders, but wanna follow trends
And I gotta make ends meet
In a city where niggas easily run up with heat
In the city of wind, niggas don't want you to win
Wishing on stars while niggas throw up the fin
Cannot be mad though cause niggas living on survival mode
Trust issues way too high most do not abide by the code
Chicago summer's very hot but the shit can get too cold
I don't stress over it much, the seasons change just like the flows
So here we go
Our name been stamped since your auntie was selling food stamps
(Welcome to the movement) We create records bitch (Brazil)
Serving niggas and we got good etiquette
Pockets full of dead presidents and it's evident
Elegant, we heaven sent
Doing shit for hell of it
I told y'all we were taking off like the Jetsons
Now we are in the skies smoking on y'all top 5s
Stop fucking playing with us cuz we've always been them guys
Can't see us, but they still wanna be us
But they still can't keep up
So we T Up, they follow the leaders
We big dogs they lil pups
Already told my folks that nigga a joke
He a hating ass niggas he Vegeta
Nigga don't want smoke, that nigga be broke
Ain't getting no cheese, Velveeta
In Brazil with a bad mamacita
But she still can't hit my reefer
And she want me to go deeper
Hold her tight and never leave her
They say this life's a bitch but America's a eater
Don't know what else to say
Get your priorities straight nigga
But these battles are with myself I'm always dimming my light
This not a scrimmage can't be limiting my talent and might
There are are no second chances here
Allegations ruin your life
But in spite
Can't be delusional they'll show up to your funeral
Acting like it was beautiful posting pictures just using you
Another black man just entertaining the masses
We got a thousand slave films
White people watch it and laughing
My nigga bang under the five he make you sing like the Jackson's
And neither had a childhood America's a distraction
I'll rather lie and piss you off just to get a reaction
Just like them bitches all on Twitter our black men they be trashing
Shit
Working real hard so a nigga can pay all of his dues
Life's ten times harder when your complexion's a darker hue
It's a fact, matter of fact, we still finding a groove
Doing what we got to do, staying on the Ps and Qs
It's not a class, life steady testing
It's shit you can not learn in a institutional lesson
That's real shit
Like having to cut loose ends that were once friends
Cause they don't wanna be leaders, but wanna follow trends
And I gotta make ends meet
In a city where niggas easily run up with heat
In the city of wind, niggas don't want you to win
Wishing on stars while niggas throw up the fin
Cannot be mad though cause niggas living on survival mode
Trust issues way too high most do not abide by the code
Chicago summer's very hot but the shit can get too cold
I don't stress over it much, the seasons change just like the flows
So here we go
Our name been stamped since your auntie was selling food stamps
(Welcome to the movement) We create records bitch (Brazil)
Serving niggas and we got good etiquette
Pockets full of dead presidents and it's evident
Elegant, we heaven sent
Doing shit for hell of it
I told y'all we were taking off like the Jetsons
Now we are in the skies smoking on y'all top 5s
Stop fucking playing with us cuz we've always been them guys
Can't see us, but they still wanna be us
But they still can't keep up
So we T Up, they follow the leaders
We big dogs they lil pups
Already told my folks that nigga a joke
He a hating ass niggas he Vegeta
Nigga don't want smoke, that nigga be broke
Ain't getting no cheese, Velveeta
In Brazil with a bad mamacita
But she still can't hit my reefer
And she want me to go deeper
Hold her tight and never leave her
They say this life's a bitch but America's a eater
Don't know what else to say
Get your priorities straight nigga
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Writer(s): Michael Adebayo
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