Obvious

How many niggaz ain't home yet again
Because that paper chase ended up in a pen?
My ladies are crazy and so are my mens
I love my baby, she's so innocent
You have no idea what you are going against
No accidents, yes you know what it meant
Nigga mind your manners, you don't know me my friend
The blood of the children is soaking the enz
Dissing the opps 'bout their smoking their friends 'ca
They lost their own bredrin, there's only revenge
The YG's clip up the leng
And the cycle just goes round again 'ca there ain't no peace
Very little respite or relief 'ca the youth now they don't skin teeth
So gangsta, they just spray heat, oh yeah, they must eat

When people starve then shit gets ugly, stating the obvious
Murder all up and down this country, we ain't tryna stop
Who's living that life? Kick that twice, keep that kid on that line
And the Insta is so lovely

Don't worry, big Slang, BIG SMASH in charge of
All of y'all right now, of course it's alright now

Do y'all find it such a surprise
How the strength that's required to avoid initiating any violence
Is high as a nigga off THC diamonds, I'll kill you for lying
How the fuck you think I know? Man learned this shit from being a lost soul
Thrown in the cold with no roots to grow, handling biz all on my own
Never cry, never lay down to die, until The Lord strikes me I stay so fly
I was raised on conflict, raised on rhymes
That's why I could never break or waste your time
They're born in a war in the boroughs, boring each other
Arm ourselves, wage war on each other
Demons abound, prey on my sisters, culling my brothers
My brothers, my niggaz can't walk with each other
Talk to each other, arm ourselves, wage war on each other
Demons abound, prey on my sisters

When people starve then shit gets ugly, stating the obvious
Murder all up and down this country, we ain't tryna stop
Who's living that life? Kick that twice, keep that kid on that line
And the Insta is so lovely



Credits
Writer(s): Simmon Cleaves
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