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okay)\nI don't give a fuck about no industry beef\nAin't nobody give a fuck when Tay was dead in the skreet\nI don't do the shit you see on the screens\nI been tapped in with true things\nI peep your rap cap and I unscrew things\nI don't give a fuck about 'em niggas at the top\nThe biggest nigga on the block still get shot\nPop, you thinkin' Pac, I'm thinkin' (brrt)\nCan't talk about that shit from (you gotta chill out), you seen FOX?\nLisan al Gaib, I see a tiny line of silver\nA way to make a play, although they say it's unfamiliar\nIt's off the kilter, I say the words without a filter\nYou gotta have nerve, it'll make you strong if it don't kill ya\nI'll put a bullet in Bob the fuckin' Builder\n'Fore they try and kick us out the buildin', what about the children?\nWhen I check a news channel, I get a similar feelin', but shtill\nWe gon' make it to Heaven, high water or Hell\nBut don't take the highways, 285 behind the damn wheel, it's like a driveway\nGivin' all I could give Christ and I'd do it twice\nShy Gilchrist, heard thunder hit with lightnin'\nAnd still I didn't feel shit, talk about resilience\nOff of Stone Mountain locked on, yeah, where I honed into my brilliance\nIt was after then I took my talents right up to Virginia\nHeard they said the shit for lovers, shit was gutter, shit was gritty\nI could tell you what it was, but let bruh tell you what I'm missin', pay attention\nWhat's missin' in my hood, I identified\nThen I brought white to my hood, shit, I gentrified\nWe had military arms, we was semper fi'\nPoint-blank, let me simplify\nI been light post corner boy\nGreen box sitter, crack nigga\nTryna hustle up and act thicker\nSix-deuce buyer, niggas really live The Wire\nFrom lookouts, then we meteor to suppliers\nCaged in, one way in, one way out\nRobocops on mountain bikes, ain't pullin' mace out\nJust tryna get back home from gettin' chased out\nA week ago, a boy like me don't got a face now\nThe 'partments, the projects, the ghettos, all the same shit\nCrazy how we hopscotch and Double-Dutch danger\n'Tween ADHD and all the pills that you gave us\nHow we supposed to process this anger?\nThe rain couldn't understand it\nThe pain made 'em understand, shit\nThe sun tried to understand, the gun made me understand\nThe rain tried whisperin' the warnin'\nThe land shakin', plus the rhythm is enormous\nAll the forces, like a portal to a vortex\nConnected to the stars, just projectin' where we part at\nPull up where you park at\nAim a little dark\nWhere your bark at?\nMy ghetto's not your culture, niggas really die here\nSo hard to say goodbye, it's the only lullaby here\nKilos turnin' boys to men, gotta pick a side here\nSome were Jesus Shuttlesworth, some of us were Nasirs\nAs time goes by, it's an eye for an eye here\nMy niggas mob deep, the fittest gon' survive here\nWe New Jersey drive here, chop shop, ride here\nThis jack-in-the-box, shouldn't come as no surprise here\nYou niggas rent to own, street cred gets denied here\nSection 8 livin', we treat it like a timeshare\nMother, auntie, cousin, couldn't tell you who reside there\nBut never seen a father that was government devised here\nConquer and divide here, crash and collide here\nWhen kings can't raise a young prince, the doves cry here\nCandy lady right there, zombie land right there\nThem 'partments be the perfect backdrop for any nightmare\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.17]The rain couldn't understand it\n[00:01.95]The pain made 'em understand, shit\n[00:04.62]The sun tried to understand, the gun made me understand\n[00:07.92]The rain tried whisperin' the warnin'\n[00:10.79]The land shakin', plus the rhythm is enormous\n[00:14.30]All the forces, like a portal to a vortex\n[00:17.01]Connected to the stars, just projectin' where we part at\n[00:20.43]Pull up where you park at\n[00:21.96]Aim a little dark (lil' bitch)\n[00:24.46]Where your bark at?\n[00:25.19]It'd be a shame if you stayed in 'em 'partments\n[00:27.82]12 barely e'en came to 'em 'partments\n[00:31.99]Catch a play then parlay in 'em apartments\n[00:34.88]I swear it's like a party e'ry day in 'em 'partments\n[00:37.86]You was raised in 'em 'partments, dang\n[00:39.94]Jump a shot or join a gang in 'em 'partments\n[00:42.23]My mama say we gotta get away from 'em 'partments, it's graves in 'em 'partments\n[00:47.14]And it ain't gotta end this way 'cause we ain't start shit (huh, look, okay)\n[00:50.48]I don't give a fuck about no industry beef\n[00:53.06]Ain't nobody give a fuck when Tay was dead in the skreet\n[00:56.29]I don't do the shit you see on the screens\n[00:58.69]I been tapped in with true things\n[01:00.94]I peep your rap cap and I unscrew things\n[01:02.97]I don't give a fuck about 'em niggas at the top\n[01:05.91]The biggest nigga on the block still get shot\n[01:08.87]Pop, you thinkin' Pac, I'm thinkin' (brrt)\n[01:12.39]Can't talk about that shit from (you gotta chill out), you seen FOX?\n[01:15.72]Lisan al Gaib, I see a tiny line of 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'partments, dang, jump a shot or join a gang in them 'partments\n  My mama say we gotta get away from them 'partments, it's graves in them 'partments\n  And it ain't gotta end this way 'cause we ain't start shit (huh, look, okay)\n\n  I don't give a fuck about no indusktry beef\n  Ain't nobody give a fuck when Tay was dead in the skreet\n  I don't do the shit you see on the screens\n  I been tapped in with true things, I peep your rap cap and I unscrew things\n\n  I don't give a fuck about them niggas at the top\n  The biggest nigga on the block could still get shot\n  Pop, you thinkin' Pac, I'm thinkin' (brrt)\n  Can't talk about that shit from (you gotta chill out), you seen Fox?\n\n  Lisan al Gaib, I see a tiny line of silver\n  A way to make a play, although they say it's unfamiliar\n  It's off the kilter, I say the words without a filter\n  You gotta have nerve, it'll make you strong if it don't kill ya\n\n  I'll put a bullet in Bob the fuckin' Builder\n  'Fore they try and kick 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