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king twano - intro lyrics

intro
judge: (yng daye) with your hand on the bible, do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?

boy: yeah…(gavel slamming)

verse
police got us in a headlock
just tryna make the fears stop
tryna make a difference when i’m sitting in that gridlock
fatal from my skin color
wonder why they hate me
ancestors slaves, only right that they chain me
see me doing better, only right that they hang me
black face with a white chain, modern slavery
death from my complexion, treat it like an illness
african american is synonym for real ness
if martin was alive, i guarantee that he will feel this
they know i’m gonna shine so they treat me like a meal ticket
stevie wonder blind, but for money i can see it clear
money on my head, take the shot he gonna see it miss
momma in a grave, her son living was her only wish
this is for the people whoever doubted that i wouldn’t win
i remain true to myself, you is counterfeit
late nights studying the game coach let me in
hammer with a scope going ape off that banana clip
the fruits of my labor getting cut when that banana split
unholy matrimony treat these diamonds like apartheid
she good at that bl-w j-b the way she put in over time
she working for them benjamin’s she’ll f-ck you for a cosign
money on my mental, so that green is what i’m making mine
i’m hungry when it’s dinner time, hoping you can see my grind
20/20 vision seen that cataracts in grandma’s eyes
take me out the ghetto, black boy with a lot of shine
i’ve been losing thoughts so everyday i’m saying never mind
a victim to the limelight, just tryna get my mind right
the past is behind me but i’m living through my hindsight
the future never promised, only wished i got my moms right
i’m a true artist like jay z i make the song cry
middle finger to the middle man on the other side
i’ve was taught to remain humble til a n-gga die
hand on the bible but i’m still
seeing n-ggas lie
welfare, section 8, poverty, a lot of crime
asking where the mayor at when we going through these hard times
ain’t n0body praying for me, how i’m spose to make it out
boys in the hood, that’s trey screaming let me out
they got me in a box, but i’m weaving like i’m pacquio
whoever think they in my lane, just really need a different route
leaning on the medical, feeling like a stunt double
bars like lil uzi i’m just hoping that i won’t mumble
hunnit it’s in my face, call my
hitta and that’s more trouble
looking at a trendsetter sitting on that god level
b-tches in my hotel, she f-cking it’s like oh well
she talking to much, calm down before that hoe tell
big -ss swisher, looking through my own eyes
millionare visions, they just tryna take all the shine
bars like c0ke, ima need you to get all the lines
all that false claiming, he ain’t never seen a homicide
all my n-ggas ready though, somebody just tell these hoes
we break it down to touch our toes
and run it up to f-ck these hoes
coming through to bag em up
we slap em if he acting up
systematic oppression got me ready to throw these ratchets up
ain’t n0body p-ssing us, this flow right here is hazardous
smoking loud, what’s happening
diviinci code, i have to win

- king twano lyrics

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