Talking im not that
Trynna place brown kids on the map
You’re focused on the gas
Im just trynna push the flag

I dont want a bag
Im just here to spit some facts
Some things in life i’ve stood for
But never heard no claps

Young kids smoking hash
I’ve loved malana, in fact
I didn't recognize myself
I still can't talk to dad

Some things just stay confused, forever
Is it all in my head?
Am i settled for right one
Or is it cause of the sex

So much on my mind
I could fill an empty plate
So much to look upto
But they only look at grades

Matter of fact, thats not me
I only look up to the greats
I study them, i study stories
You can test me anyday

Rollin’ up rollin’ up rollin’ up joints
They cookin’ up
Fuckin’ up
Gathering points
U hatin’ on somebody down the road
Man happy with the way, his life goes
But you can't look cause, he just smiled
And things are fucked up in your own damn life
Gotta change that
Gotta change your life
You can't sit and yell
Gotta fix your life, boy

But i promise you
Things will be better
Things will be better
I promise you

Really
Oh really
Oh really

Really
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Oh really

Really
Oh really
Oh really

Really
Oh really
Oh really