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This is wrong
No love at
This is wrong
No jobs to
This is what's
Too many lying in too many cry and hurt
Too many lurch we be hurting too long
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I tell the I hold my hand
I ya the feelings of every man in the sand
I tell you how they lost lost and just don't
I talk for 'em let me you understand

You know how many people have round this mother fucker
People really scared round this fucker
If you don't a program for the Mac and the Sam
They grow up like Greg and his big brothers
Nigga tired of making and they making money
Niggas spending money but making none
Now your in front of stoves cooking nose run
Mother fucker did I

You made money in crime
Put they hands the line
And Marvin said what's going on
Holies in and Texas they high
You looking dumb like going on
I ain't hating on Trump I'm saying
No day for travel on some plane
We get help us let
The water they be drinking is as the rain
Black people man left us in the rain
Shot us in the back they saw are fucking heat
Got us on the back thought we shake back
We're on three strikes fuck Clinton
We're in the hood try'na get gold
Call is too high most of the rich never
So why do we
You can have insurance but they wont pay the whole bills for you
Wake up this life is too for you

is what's wrong
No love in
This is wrong
No to work
This is what's
Too many lying in church too many cry and
Too many try'na lurch we be hurting too
I
I
I tell the I hold my hand
I tell ya the feelings of man in the sand
I tell you how they lost and just don't understand
I talk for 'em let me you understand

You know why the kids overweight
Cuz all you let 'em do is on that damn iPod
You don't let 'em run and like they used to do back in the day
So they never wait when they try hard
Nigga 'em on the arm board
Got go whip a kush
You should see the
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Nigga that he was hating so he ratted
That ain't why he ratted ratted cuz the nigga he need a pussy
Race walls I don't be a race car
Stay the might get hit with a raycha
Cuz a tell a lie for a dollar bill
The same bitch who would die for a dollar
That wont pay the teacher but It'll pay the
Where the cure of wont you get it up
You'll get it up
They don't wanna niggas so they thinking 'bout the money
They don't a fuck
I'm just tired of wrong got the wrong
What I'm seeing with my eyes is a scene
White boy 9 black people in a church
He was to get that bitch Burger King

This is wrong
No love in
is what's wrong
No to work
This is wrong
Too many lying in too many cry and hurt
Too many try'na lurch we be too long
I
I
I tell the truth I my hand
I tell ya the feelings of every man in the
I tell you how lost lost and just don't understand
I for 'em let me help you understand
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