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Vince Staples
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Trigga Witta Heart
Rap ain't never did shit for a nigga with no options You want some positivity go listen to some Common I'm here to bring you knowledge that they left out at your college Where you paid a hundred thousand Just to fall behind anyway All in the white man's plan to just assimilate The nigga's if they stopped they business Let the monkeys intergrate Abraham Lincoln never kept none of my niggas safe Only gave them prison dates And Church's Chicken dinner plate's Columbus is beloved When the fuck will Malcom get a day? Probably never, Try to hide the truth But they hardly clever Only show the youth House niggas wear Cosby sweaters Wisdom scripted in the prison Letter's that my father sent us Waiting for Armageddon Still slangin' that Arm & Hammer Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Use them Cop's as target practice They owe us a couple L's How we 'gon know the future when we barely know ourselves? It ain't hard to tell The nigga's got it hard as hell When I say Thug Life, I mean that shit Cause these white folks see us as thugs I don't care what ya'll think I don't care if you think a lawyer, If you a man, If you an african-american If you whatever the fuck you think you are We thugs and nigga's to these motherfuckers You know And until we on some shit I'm a call it like it is How you going to be a man and we starving? You know? And we walk down and 5 different houses and not a man in either one of them motherfuckers? How we going to be a man? How we gonna be African-Americans and we-
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