Mac a Million

This ain't another money song Cruising wicho body stoned
Trying to get your money long Tell me where the money gone
Tell me where the money gone System finally in em
You can see it in they soul And it spread like venom

With these new age microphones To each they own
You look like the type to eat ya own Ain't it funny some would say this ain't my home
Ain't it funny they done made it known 2019 white male with a gun
Walking right into the store See he was told they was invading our home

And the foe got the same skin tone as my bro And that's why some of my folks hate they own
He was ready, said let's go Pulled the clip out and just started to unload
Lead flying, couple shot, others dying See the hate, hear the crying
But to both, he is blind Ain't you see the red lines of the hate

Through the state? No? You see the repercussions
They don't wanna hear it they dont Like discussion ain't a terrorist
Cause of skin tone shout my POCs Stay up on yo tip toes
Cause we been known



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Mata
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