PyN & Paper (Intro)
What we're doing
Is using our brains to get out of the ghetto
Any way we can
So we tell these stories
An these stories tend to be violent
Because our world is filled with violence
I expect my niggas to act
I expect my niggas to model
Angel invest
Make a greater tomorrow
They didn't make a way for us
We created one
Hip Hop is the greatest son
Why isn't a prism a fly prison
I think its the difference of light getting in
Thinking I might get it in
Fitting to write rhythms
Ride riddems for dividends
Time checking this spinach
While side stepping the middle men
They tried belittling
Feeling just like I'm Gilligan
Wilding on a island
My name still in the glittering
Yall don't get it then
Fitting to be something different
Switching it
Yall just don't get it then
Even conscious rappers wanna make love
Have fun, an go to parties
Must rap carry the burden of the entire western black world
Did you really give a fuck if you never nutted
Would you marry a slut an give her your money
They say you can't turn a hoe into a housewife, it's an outright lie
Cuz my hoe, she gotta know what it was like outside
She might be singing in the choir
Or cooking with her nana
But shorty better know what to do
With this Banana
I pray she from Atlanta
Or Jackson, Mississippi
She could be from the Bay
It's ok, I like em Frisky
Women used to diss me
Until I bought a six speed
With German engineering
An rack and pin steering
I dare you diss this McClaren
Baby I'm disappearing
Poof into thin air
Like all the shit you be wearing
Couldn't have an issue with a Karen
I smack a bitch for staring
The definition of perseverance
You can't tell by my appearance
Fuck that offer you're preparing
I ain't here for the crop sharing
Them samples you better clear them
Like yeah what fucking year we in
Why is it that we put on the backs of seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty year olds
Burdens we don't artistically assign to arguably equally enlightened an even more Established artists
Gawd
One of the most underrated an yet one of the most ingenious lyricist of our time
Spitting his truth
Telling the truth about his people an their struggles
So, yeah we don't hear a lot of that on radio
Is using our brains to get out of the ghetto
Any way we can
So we tell these stories
An these stories tend to be violent
Because our world is filled with violence
I expect my niggas to act
I expect my niggas to model
Angel invest
Make a greater tomorrow
They didn't make a way for us
We created one
Hip Hop is the greatest son
Why isn't a prism a fly prison
I think its the difference of light getting in
Thinking I might get it in
Fitting to write rhythms
Ride riddems for dividends
Time checking this spinach
While side stepping the middle men
They tried belittling
Feeling just like I'm Gilligan
Wilding on a island
My name still in the glittering
Yall don't get it then
Fitting to be something different
Switching it
Yall just don't get it then
Even conscious rappers wanna make love
Have fun, an go to parties
Must rap carry the burden of the entire western black world
Did you really give a fuck if you never nutted
Would you marry a slut an give her your money
They say you can't turn a hoe into a housewife, it's an outright lie
Cuz my hoe, she gotta know what it was like outside
She might be singing in the choir
Or cooking with her nana
But shorty better know what to do
With this Banana
I pray she from Atlanta
Or Jackson, Mississippi
She could be from the Bay
It's ok, I like em Frisky
Women used to diss me
Until I bought a six speed
With German engineering
An rack and pin steering
I dare you diss this McClaren
Baby I'm disappearing
Poof into thin air
Like all the shit you be wearing
Couldn't have an issue with a Karen
I smack a bitch for staring
The definition of perseverance
You can't tell by my appearance
Fuck that offer you're preparing
I ain't here for the crop sharing
Them samples you better clear them
Like yeah what fucking year we in
Why is it that we put on the backs of seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty year olds
Burdens we don't artistically assign to arguably equally enlightened an even more Established artists
Gawd
One of the most underrated an yet one of the most ingenious lyricist of our time
Spitting his truth
Telling the truth about his people an their struggles
So, yeah we don't hear a lot of that on radio
Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Hunter
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