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  Yeah, you know sometimes I think
  They dont truly understand me, you know
  Cause they dont, yeah, uh
  Cant change the world unless we change ourselves
  Die from the sicknesses if we dont seek the health
  All eyes be my witness when I speak whats felt
  Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt
  Three Ks, two As in AmeriKKKa
  Im just a black spade spawned out the nebula
  And everything I do or say today thats worthwhile
  Will for sure inspire actions in your first child
  Ill begin my verse now
  Sometimes I speak and I feel like it aint my words
  Like Im just a vessel channeling inside this universe
  I feel my ancestors unrested inside of me
  Its like they want me to shoot my chance in changing society
  But how do I go about it? Tell me where I start?
  My destiny rerouted when I chose to follow heart
  You told to follow suit, but tell me what it do for you?
  Except weigh you down, now you trapped inside the cubicle
  They built for us
  The first step into change is to take notice
  Realize the real games that they tried to show us
  300 plus years of them cold shoulders
  Yet 300 million of us still got no focus
  Sorry America, but I will not be your soldier
  Obama just wasnt enough, I need some more closure
  And Donald Trump is not equipped to take this country over
  Let’s face facts cause we know what’s the real motives
  Radio check, DJ 
  Homicide, my nigga Craig watch me blaze ya
  Uh, Saturday twelve to midnight to one
  Just begun, so grab my gun
  Check it
  Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs
  Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse
  Read my lips, I kill you
  Bloodll spill too, did I say thank you
  I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie
  Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis
  Read between the lines see what I see
  I see the diary of a sick bastard
  Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips
  Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips
  Flipping coke in corner store bodegas
  In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II
  Im inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes
  I get up in that ass every time
  Lyrically Im untouchable, uncrushable
  Getting mad blunted in the 600
  Benz, ask your friends whos the illest
  Licking shots, niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us
  Damn, it feel good to see people up on it 
  Flipped two keys in two weeks and didnt flaunt it 
  My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
  GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes
  To get richer than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
  If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
  My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
  High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
  In my circumference, mad bitches with mad lucci
  Bulletproof vestses under they Coogis
  Spittin my Uzi, dont lose me, my trigger niggas represent
  Driving dirty in J-30s gettin bent 
  And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis
  I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me
  While you still killin niggas with punani, like heiny
  And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus
  While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds of choke 
  Got lawyers watching lawyers so I wont go broke, now check it
  Them country niggas call me Frank White
  Im squirtin often in my loft, of course I know my shits tight
  Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise
  Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her thighs
  With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
  She half-black, half-oriental, eighty-six, she got me rental
  The situation aint accidental
  What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, uhh...
  What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, uhh...
  I just what y’all know that life will throw you through shit ton of curve balls, it’s scary, but like, if you believe man. You know? I you believe. And if you want it. And if you wanna work hard enough for it. You can be so. Cause it’s no difference from me and you. I just really wanted this shit