[Verse 1: Ang P]
It’s not us it’s them/ They always tryna bring us down/ They not much of friends/ They always tryna weed us out/ They pop instead for them to pop off our heads/ Razor blade our fades and chop off our dreads/ And it’s summertime now/ We don’t know it yet but we gonna find out/ We in the same pot watching/ When they gonna climb out? When that game clock droppin’/ or that cane pot rockin’/ Or in the paint shot blockin’/ We all one in the same ‘cuz we ain’t got options/ All in love with the same but we ain’t got options/ Safe to say that the kid’s gon’ lose/ Everyday, it’s the same bullshit on the news/ How they supposed to listen to them when they don’t follow the rules?/ Shit when I was young I ain’t even know college was school/ Find a figure getting figures figure we follow this dude/ And life’s a game of spades/ We just follow the suit, yeah we just follow the suit/

Man this is one tough cycle/ You gotta bring down people that look just like, live life like you/ And all we wanted to do was live like Michael/ Ballin’, rockin’ them kicks, feelin’ so rightful/