No, streets put me through colleges Be all you can be, true, but the problem is Dream only a dream if work don’t follow it Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this I’ll tell you my hypothesis, I’m probably just way too loyal K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I’m a god Truthfully all of ‘em spoiled, usually you’re never charged But somethin’ came over you once I took you to the fuckin’ BET Awards You lookin’ at artists’ like the harvests So many Rollies around you and you want all of them Somebody told me you thinkin’ ‘bout snatchin’ jewelry I should’ve listened when my grandmama said to me Fuck am I ‘posed to do when I’m lookin’ at walkin’ licks?

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Mortal Man At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late nights thinkin’ of you Until I got my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for?

The world don’t need you, don’t let them deceive you Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, that’s for dedication Thought money would change you, made you more complacent I fuckin’ hate you, I hope you embrace it I swear You the reason why mama and them leavin’No you ain’t shit, you say you love them, I know you don’t mean it I know you’re irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can’t help it Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin’ out You was deserted, where was your antennas again?

I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself Jealous of my wisdom and cards I dealt Watchin’ me as I pull up, fill up my tank, then peel out Muscle cars like pull ups, show you what these big wheels ‘bout, ah Black and successful, this black man meant to be special Katzkins on my radar, bitch, how can I help you? You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015When I finish this if you listenin’ then sure you will agree This plot is bigger than me, it’s generational hatred It’s genocism, it’s grimy, little justification I’m African-American, I’m African I’m black as the heart of a fuckin’ Aryan I’m black as the name of Tyrone and Darius Excuse my French but fuck you — no, fuck y’all That’s as blunt as it gets, I know you hate me, don’t you?

You hate my people, I can tell cause it’s threats when I see you I can tell cause your ways deceitful Know I can tell because you’re in love with that Desert Eagle Thinkin’ maliciously, he get a chain then you gone bleed him It’s funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war Two tribal armies that want to build and destroy Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door Beefin’ with Pirus, only death settle the score So don’t matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers Or tell Georgia State “Marcus Garvey got all the answers”Or try to celebrate February like it’s my B-Day Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements Or watch BET cause urban support is important So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street?

I’mma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican, run up, get socked out Hit the Pres with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated but I got a million-dollar check, like that What you want you? I don’t know why you trying to go big, nigga you ain’t shit. This dick ain’t free You lookin’ at me like it ain’t a receipt Like I never made end’s meet, eatin’ your leftovers and raw meat This dick ain’t free Livin’ in captivity raised my cap salary Celery, tellin’ me green is all I need Evidently all I seen was spam and raw sardines This dick ain’t free, I mean, baby You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes Without a Mercedes Benz and twenty four inch rims Five percent tint, and air conditioning vents Hell fuckin’ naw, this dick ain’t free I need forty acres and a mule Not a forty ounce and a pitbull Bullshit, matador, matador Had the door knockin’, let ‘em in, who’s that?

When I get signed, homie I’mma act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch a little secretary bitch for the homies Blue eyed devil with a fat ass monkey I’mma buy a brand new Caddy on fours Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce four Platinum on everything, platinum on wedding ring Married to the game, made a bad bitch yours When I get signed homie I’mma buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass ‘em all out on the block, what’s good? Anything, see, my name is Uncle Sam, I’m your dog Motherfucker you can live at the mall I know your kind (That’s why I’m kind)Don’t have receipts (Oh man, that’s fine)Pay me later, wear those gators Cliché and say, fuck your haters I can see the borrow in you I can see the dollar in you Little white lies, but it’s no white-collar in you But it’s whatever though because I’m still followin’ you Because you make me live forever baby, count it all together baby Then hit the register and make me feel better baby Your horoscope is a gemini, two sides So you better cop everything two times Two coupes, two chains, two c-notes Too much ain’t enough both we know Christmas, tell ‘em what’s on your wish list Get it all, you deserve it Kendrick And when you hit the White House, do you But remember, you ain’t pass economics in school And everything you buy, taxes will deny I’ll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five Lookin’ down is quite a drop (It’s quite a drop, drop)Lookin’ good when you’re on top (When you’re on top you got it)You got a medal for us, leavin’ miracles metaphysically in a state of euphoria Look both ways before you cross my mind Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga. Now I run the game got the whole world talkin’, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, (King) Kunta Black man taking no losses Bitch where you when I was walkin’? You’se a off brand ass nigga, everybody know it, your homies know it, everybody fuckin’ know. Porcelain pipes pressure, bust ‘em twice Choice is devastated, decapitated the horseman Oh America, you bad bitch, I picked cotton that made you rich Now my dick ain’t free I got a bone to pick I don’t want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin’ in my throne again(Aye aye nigga whats happenin’ nigga, K-Dot back in the hood nigga)I’m mad (He mad), but I ain’t stressin’True friends, one question Bitch where you when I was walkin’? I’m trapped inside the ghetto and I ain’t proud to admit it Institutionalized, I keep runnin’ back for a visit Hol’ up, get it back I said I’m trapped inside the ghetto and I ain’t proud to admit it Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what? Ah yeah, fuck the judge I made it past 25 and there I was A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him Life ain’t shit but a fat vagina Screamin’ “Annie are you okay? ”Limo tinted with the gold plates Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin’ king Bitch where was you when I was-*POP*(By the time you hear the next pop, the funk shall be within you)*POP*Now I run the game got the whole world talkin’, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, (King) Kunta Black man taking no losses Bitch where was you when I was walkin’Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin’, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him(Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk)We want the funk We want the funk(Now if I give you the funk, you gon’ take it)We want the funk(Now if I give you the funk, you gon’ take it)We want the funk(Now if I give you the funk, you gon’ take it)We want the funk(Do you want the funk? )We want the funk(Now if I give you the funk, you gon’ take it)We want the funk I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence What money got to do with it When I don’t know the full definition of a rap image?Where was your presence, where was your support that you pretend?