[Intro: Jhene Aiko]
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Kick your game, spit your flow
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Can't fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
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Kick your game, spit your flow
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Can't fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
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Kick your game, spit your flow
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Can't fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
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Kick your game, spit your flow
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Can't fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
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[Hook: Ab-Soul]
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Wish I could see out Haile Selassie' eye
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Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine
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If all the gangs in the world unified
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We'd stand a chance against the military tonight
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I said we'd stand a chance against the military tonight
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I said we'd stand a chance against the military tonight
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[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
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Babylon, Babylon
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At my window all I see is Babylon
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On the news all I see is Babylon
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And all niggas do is just babble on
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Money and hoes, want money and hoes
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If I sold dope, I'd have plenty of flows
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I was from the projects like Jay Rock
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I woulda more than likely slang rocks
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All my life I done been around Crips and Bloods
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Pimps and thugs - just to name a few
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I do drugs, Mama say it's in my blood
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But she don't know what the fuck I've been through
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To creep through the back door, the typical black boy in the good old U-S-A
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Before I pushed rhymes like weight, I used to wanna play for the NBA
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Fuck I'm doing talking bout pineal gland
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Ancient ways it's Sumerian
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Ain't nothing wrong with a righteous man
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This why I had to write this man
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For my niggas on the corner
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Selling water to somebody's daughter
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Fluctuating prices man
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I ain't got no gavel
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I ain't tryna fight nobody battle
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I-I just wanna be free
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I ain't tryna be nobodies chattel
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
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Extra pills, Extra pills
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Them AK Clips they extra peel
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Smoking on some of that extra kill
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Purple Urkel, that Jaleel
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I put that on errythang
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If we could link up erry gang
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And niggas is willing to bear the pain
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We'd put the White House lights out today
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Okay-kay-kay
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We guarded like we the black KKK
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Don't forget my AK-a Mayday
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Pee on your P-H-D or your AA
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Dear Barack
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I know you just a puppet but I'm giving you props
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You lying to the public like it ain't nothing
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And I just love it, I hope it don't stop
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I don't give a damn, nigga bang that block
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I don't give a fuck, nigga bang that Glock
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I seen an image of Hitler in the picture
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When the twin towers dropped
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Peep the concept
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You've got progress, you've got congress
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We protest in hopes they confess
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Just proceed on your conquest
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I ain't got no gavel
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I ain't finna fight nobody battle
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I just wanna be free
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I ain't finna be nobodies chattel
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
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Extra pills, extra pills
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Nose 'Candy Rain' like Soul for Real
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My baby need some enfamil
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So bask in stuff like Oprah green
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Pull around, come back, oh forreal?
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Talk blue off low for some teal
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Get lined up like homeless meals
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Filling, if I know how being homeless feels?
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Okay-kay-kay
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Don't try to stop it, get in my way
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You'll get stomped like a Broadway play
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AK-melee, make her obey, okay?
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Feel my pain, going insane, I'm ashamed
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Cause I ain't got shit but an EBT card from a fiend
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That owe me and it's in her daughter name
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How the fuck is they pose to eat?
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How the fuck am I pose to eat?
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Got a nigga in the streets, no health care
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Tryna slang weed just to put shoes on his feet
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So fuck you, you don't give a fuck about me
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Can't get a job cause they drug test me
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Got a nigga stressed oppressed
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Got a feeling in his chest
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And the world's stripped of happiness
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I ain't got no gavel
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I ain't tryna fight nobody battle
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I just wanna be free
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I ain't finna be nobodies chattel
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Terrorist Threats
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| Ab-Soul |
