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6ierre & dougie jay - prove em wrong lyrics

(hook):
poor us
they donʼt even know us
judge me by my pigmentation
mentally i feel alienated
i feel like i donʼt belong
often times i prove em wrong
i feel like i donʼt belong
often times i prove em wrong

(dougie jay):
play like you donʼt know my name
when i catch you in traffic your head lowers in shame
disappointed that i didnʼt settle for failure or fabricated dreams
slaving at a 9-5
slip & fall money schemes
doing what iʼm destined to do spoke it in existence
n-ggas thought i was tripping
n-ggas done caught slipping
convicted or still in prison
i wish they took time to listen
itʼs more to life than what glistens
i know it all so they figure
no commissary or money, believe me i know the feeling
did time with n-ggas
shed tears with n-ggas
missed meals with n-ggas
missing my other half
reminiscing on how i would hug her and grab her -ss
wishing that i could take back some things and undo the past
came a long way looking back as i laugh
that was a part of my life when you was all that i had
d-mn

(hook):
poor us
they donʼt even know us (they donʼt know us, no)
judge me by my pigmentation
mentally i feel alienated
i feel like i donʼt belong (no, no, no, no)
often times i prove em wrong
i feel like i donʼt belong
often times i prove em wrong (don’t belong)

(p.c. on tha track):
i feel like i donʼt belong
the world full of broken promises it will lead you on
n-ggas start talkinʼ down on you when you in yo zone
then go to the studio and put it in a song
most of these rappers copycats, they all clones
i be on the same sh-t i guess we all wrong
iʼma paint a vivid picture hd like a drone
the gas got me catchinʼ contacts like a iphone
yeah

(6ierre):
i donʼt belong in here
they look at me wrong, yea
iʼm on my own in here
might cry on this song, yea
iʼm not racist but i look up in they faces
tryna judge me like we livinʼ segregated
martin luther king had love for
caucasians
wanna live my life and take my momma on vacation
the system plot on me bring my name up in them cases
and let him sell drugs he just wanna feed his baby
or his olʼ lady they been living in a bas-m-nt
took a n-gga stash now he laid up on the pavement

- 6ierre dougie jay lyrics

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