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You ever been to the zoo, with the monkeys and gorillas
It’s the same as the streets with the junkies and the niggas
Man the hood gave hope, to the funkies and the dealers
Made money off dope, sellin bunk with all the killers
He was fresh off the jail, feel like ain’t nobody realer
He just did 12 years for a nothing ass nigga
Never wrote em any, never event sent picture
When he got out, all he said
Is you real you ain’t snitch, bra
Ain’t that a bitch, bra, didn’t give him a dollar
Not a filthy red cent, huh
You see what I’m saying, do you even get the picture
Or you blinded by the light by these fake hood scriptures?
Free my brother, knowing damn well he a killer
Man that preacher laying at the funeral
He ain’t know that nigga, yeah he just wanted a check
That’s some wild shit, black people gotta grow up
We too childish

[Hook]
You just a little boy, you got some growin up to do
You still think thugging and sellin drugs at school
She just a little girl, she got some growin up to do
She still think hoeing and fuckin niggas is cool
Damn man, we so childish
Damn man, we so childish
Black people we got growin up to do
Just a little boy, just a little girl

Man, our people so lost, we never gonn evolve
A little child get killed and nothing nobody saw
Sellin dope make you real, so you supplyin the raw
Never been to jail, you square, or you workin with the law
Graduate from college, and get no recognition
Have a party thrown for you if you getting outta prison
Unprotected sex, never mind the latex
She raise a number when she seen you that I am latex
Are you the father? You denying, they guess
The results come back, you was lying and I yes
Man you don’t give a fuck, you don’t care anyway
You rather buy some phone posits and get your money to bennie maine
And go spend time with your son, and spend a couple pennies man
Take him out to chucky cheese or even eat at diny’s day
Beeing a father was never a part of the plan
Cause you was a little boy you can never be a man, grow up!

[Hook]
You just a little boy, you got some growin up to do
You still think thugging and sellin drugs at school
She just a little girl, she got some growin up to do
She still think hoeing and fuckin niggas is cool
Damn man, we so childish
Damn man, we so childish
Black people we got growin up to do
Just a little boy, just a little girl

So you could rise a gun but can’t raise your sun
Go buy a brand new charger still won’t drive to see your daughter
Go in and out of jail, but you won’t get a job
Instead of getting on your grind, you’d rather go steal and rob
And they wonder why we loosin and we last in this race
Court room, should’ve seen his grandmother face
Can’t look her in the face, he’s a disgrace to the fam
She did all that she could, when your mama didn’t give a damn
Damn, now you stuck can’t escape, just said 25
With a stone cold face, grannie broke down and cried
Tears runnin down her face
Man this shit so real that it seem fake
And it ain’t been gone a year and your girl got pregnant
To make things worse, man your best friend did it
You gonn call him a fake nigga
But you got life in jail, what she posed to wait nigga?

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Chorus:
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killers than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!
They're telling on their cell, look at the Instagram pictures
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!

We salute the drug dealers but look down on drug users
When both are the problem, that's no hope for the future
We're bragging incarceration, like that deserves congratulations
We have welcome home parties, but neglect those that are graduating!
We drink poison, smoke death, snore lethal, shoot evil
Fabricate about our wealth, and willing to die for their people
Fake love for fake thugs.. one should…
And as soon as we lose a loved one we just add them to our swears like:
“Swear on lil G, no! Swear on baby T
But I swear these swears really don't mean anything!”
It's an escape from the lies and the harsh realities
And a constant reminder about the constant casualties
See, we claim to be brothers, but we kill one another
Can't love that child when child don't love that mother!
Can't love that son, when son don't love that father
Ain't nobody listening, man, why should I even bother?

Chorus:
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killers than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!
They're telling on their cell, look at the Instagram pictures
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!

I was watching world star the other day seen a two year old that smoke
In my city the other day, a two year old got smoked!
Black people praised the preacher like Roman Catholics praise the Pope
Church house or crack house with chapel one gives you hope!
Obama won again so now they are saying two terms
But as long as we ear the two chains, no one really has concerns
That's no distant city, that's my brother one fifty
Just a mentality and the youth is all bad in my city!
Hurts my heart to see the news, as the people we're confused
As a man loses wife, waiting in line for some shoes
Like a hundred and fifty dollars is life valued like
Twenty five to life for some…
And it's hard in the ghetto, man the light it's not smooth
But leave it after us, you will think this life's cool like:

Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor!

Chorus:
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killers than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!
They're telling on their cell, look at the Instagram pictures
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!

They say… fell off, bring back the yellow bus
I say OK, I'mma bring back promotion of the drugs
The death and the violence, the bullets and the guns
The misguided message, the waste of righteous tongue
The fuck tomorrow attitude, the malice and the ruin
Then what am I doing? Just wasting my influence!
The care free, twenty three, young fly me
I'm cool, thanks to my daughter, Liberty

Chorus:
My city got more murders than yours
My hood got more killers than you
My block got more drug dealers than you
And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool!
They're telling on their cell, look at the Instagram pictures
Posing with guns, rolling weed, blowing swishers
Sipping hell of syrup, drinking hell of liquor
And it's the type of shit that niggas really think it's cool

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Quest : Mistah F.A.B.

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Never quit never ever will I settle up
Half of my ground call mashed on a … bro
Couldn’t take a no so I wait hard until I heard yes
That thing closed for days .. dirty just to be fresh
Can’t be afraid in this .. yo
Take it from me cause I got a story to tell yo
Penitentiary chances I’m glad I am not on a jail yo
I could sell rap is I could sell whore
Nothing come overnight it take a long turn
Long journey long quest with a long …
Do a miracle just like the ….
Success is a long line
Got a way just move with the crowd
Cause once you are in the club make you feel proud
Be strong be brave
But most of all don’t be afraid

Chorus

If you are not good enough to do something else
Why do anything if you can be yourself
Got to lose in time if you wanna win
Better get on your ground get get it in
(repeats)

How you’re gonna win if you still be afraid to lose
Everyone lost is called paying duce
I was making a move just trying to make it through
It was hot in the streets I was playing cool
I met theories of …
That’s why you got to be heartless with no feeling
Time.. called chilling
And I was rapping before no ..
I’m not a lame it just happened .. the game
Heard some .. tune and wanted to be …
I try to sing like Dre
Man I did my own thing but man is a shame
That this new .. to be different
Either I am lost or I just don’t get it
Life is real simple
Break it down to de …
.. why living?

Chorus

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