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Yeah, yeah
There's some things I can't help learnin'
At times, man, it make me feel selfish (Selfish)
At times, man, it make me real nervous (Nervous)
But that make me a real person (Person)
Anything sus', I'm allergic (Allergic)
I grew up in the hood, I deserve it (Deserve it)
Pay me for my name, tryna maintain
What a shame when the day ain't perfect
I'm a slave on the modern ship
NBA, NFL, not on politics
Got bored on 'em, got awards on 'em
Nowadays, they're treatin' music like tourism
What is pop, what is not? (What is not?)
What is different when you're not? (When you're not)
Still, I'm grippin' on the knot (On the knot)
Paranoid when I'm countin' every dollar
'Cause tomorrow ain't promised when you're black
Should I say anybody goin' through it like I did, skin color hybrid
One false move sendin' bullets through your cartilage
Twelve circle block with the steel round where I live
Buddy get in line for the slop
Gotta figure out to add time to the clock
Tick-tick-tock, t-t-tick-tick-tock
Load the MAC, brrt back when this sh*t finna drop, huh

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