Lyrics

[Intro] This is just a freestyle It might be on the album, but if it is It's most likely getting revised, rewritten, re-po'd, resold, and re-driven You know the deal This was a rushed verse [Verse] Excusez-moi, motherfuckers, this is a P.S.A I'm trying to get y'all a message of what's happening, clear as day Our government officials gangbanging the gangbangers I'm just saying, they'll play with guns if you're just gonna play with us I'm just saying, the government's pro-gun until a nigga gets his hands on it Real talk, would you rather live on your knees or die standing tall, shit? All these rap niggas go around saying "Wallah, they rich" Don't look out for themselves and it's "Voil�" they hit the pavement This is just my chance to prove to y'all that this shit shouldn't be new to y'all Toddlers ain't even two and toting the twenty-two's and all I'm trying to transcend my genius past what my I could really be Bitches bump MJ on the daily and turn into modern-day Billie Jeans We were misdirected and that's why we got Generation X That's why as of two months ago, I've stopped giving fucks The same niggas that went against them is the ones who made our social constructs I understand that time's ticking, but the frozen Rolex tells me different I'm taking you out of my life if you tell me how to live it It's easier to do brag raps, but that's not what I'm here for Brink of collapse and they wonder what we fear for There's a reason they want us back on the slave ships The same reason they call the things we want chains, whips Hitting writer's block like I can't spit And hitting Chica De Joras like they ain't shit Doing shit that niggas with you can't The futuristic form of the plantation blues chant