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boogie - black males lyrics

[intro: boogie]
it’s no winning if you stuck in a losing situation
thirsty

[verse one: boogie]
uh, look at us black males
trapped well, crack sales, uh
if that fails, you know just how them rat’s tails
your fat bails, watch these n-gg-s turn to maxwell
and start singing, okay, sounding like this sample
problems we can’t gamble, no, problems we can’t handle
tryna grip this sh-t, in the midst of sh-t, got n-gg-s p-ssed as sh-t
we see the light, but we can’t get the sh-t, cause n-gg-s flick the switch, sh-t, woo
n-gg-s switching to get rich, somehow i never switch, though
lately, i been boxed in like boxes in them warehouse stock
and i guess stockton ain’t really wanna p-ss my momma check
to the mailman, uh, and that’s h-ll, fam
that’s why i, uh, that’s why i
that’s why i be screaming “f-ck what n-gg-s think!”
it’s sin up in the breeze and we inhale it, we ain’t saints, uh

[interlude: epic must die]
i just want n-gg-s to listen

[verse two: epic must die]
maaan, he 25, he doing life
ten years of crime, started with a dime
his son just turned 6, he ain’t never seen his pops
he only seen some pics, sh-t, his pops ain’t seen him
they the spitting image, both of they fathers missing
i hope he grow up different, y’all probably think i’m tripping
spitting all this sentimental sh-t, but really it’s realistic sh-t
that’s how it be, the sh-t is deep, touching me, you feel this sh-t?
how many n-gg-s think a gun make ‘em bigger?
a set make ‘em stronger? a rag make ‘em realer?
a homie for a homie, but revenge ain’t gon’ finish that
black-on-black to wearing black at funerals, so remember that
before you pull a trigger, that’s not another n-gg-
nah, that’s your brother, you still gon’ k!ll ‘em, huh?
over what? probably something stupid
typical black males, man, what the f-ck is we doing?

[verse three: boogie]
yo, is this halloween or these n-gg-s just phonies? uh
just look at all these snakes, they dressed up like your homies, uh
and free my n-gg-s, we got problems we can’t pinpoint
my pen point me straight to the pen that points get you in
the wind push me straight to the point, what’s my point?
my n-gg-s pinned down, writing to this pen pal
really ain’t no point to that sh-t, smoke a joint to that sh-t
and we yelling but we silent, ain’t no voice to that sh-t, man

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