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Your momma can't save you from the judge boy You don't get a pass for telling just cause ya young boy Slum boy them niggas know where I'm from boy Right there on the beach where grandma Leenya used to stay You going to church wit me grandma Leenya used to say Had to stay out her way cause grandma Leenya didn't play You ain't ever hug the block hunnit days straight One of the real fellas separated from the fake Niggas in your circle are snakes watch for 'em They ain't rockin' out and expect you to rock for 'em You ain't from the hood, how could you not know me? Oh where the red dot at, how could you not show me? All that money you owe me, you can keep it my nigga All that broke shit is borderline thievery nigga Mama used to ask me, what I see in you niggas They're apart of this team and I'm keepin' them niggas Aye, them dirty dishes in the kitchen, baby clean 'em up It's residue on the plates and you can see the cuts New phrase: 'You ain't eatin', you ain't breathin' much' They ain't livin', y'all ain't givin' when I needed something Them PayPal's was automatic when you need a 100 Purified through and through, Uzzy bleed a hundred Smuggled a couple onions on the South-West And you know we bouncin' out behind them bounced checks Very lucrative business, my account wet Shoeboxes of gwalla, we still ain't count yet And this is all 20 thousand in that brown bag Remember I was down bad, I was down bad A whole lotta lotta cash, a whole lotta guap A whole lotta one-up tops, a whole chopp's Whole lotta lotta shots, whole lotta shots Get it in behind the squad, this a full time job Bitches doin' 5, bitches niggas doin' 5 By any means get the gwap, G.O.D. that's on God I lost my lil' brother Deray, that shit hurt But even worse, he helped send Miguel to jail That nigga died on paperwork Pull up to the gravesite, Woozy off a 8 of syrup You'll never understand what I go through as man Let my mama down, when she needed a helping hand Yeah, yeah I said I let my mama down when she needed a helping hand I made sure that I was straight though as selfish as I am Deray had hands, that's why my nigga got stamped Deezy had bands before my nigga got stamped Mama couldn't save you from the judge, they the Klan Black on Black crime, it's a part of the people plan 40 acres and a mule mean they worked us off the land Let the jury hang us when the witness hit the stand The dream died, Doctor King got blammed Tryna stand up for us, now look at where we stand Black on Black crime, a part of the people plan Black on Black crime, a part of the people plan The dream died, Doctor King got blammed Tryna stand up for us, now look at where we stand Black on Black crime, a part of the people plan Black on Black crime, a part of the people plan Yeah, it's a part of the people plan God, Heaven's truth, it's a part of the people plan
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