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Featuring(s) : Dizzy Wright

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The People's Rapper
Recording live from Flint, Michigan
Where the water is poison but we still prosper
Downtown thriving, still niggas gettin' slaughtered
Can't stop the hustle, though, still gotta feed our daughters
We make surviving epidemics look easy
Still seem so unbothered, but

[Jon Connor]
You niggas ain't foolin' me with buffoonery
Dudes as fake as they jewelry, trying to prove
Who's more wrapped in the cocoon of coonery
Too much truth so they muted me
You confused, but my views and my moves to the ones who stayed in tune bring comfort like shoes to feet
Too unique, opposition is foolishly fuelin' me
Shit get brutal, now you deceased
I'm just spittin' eulogies to a beat
Reachin' ya like a preacher, just wearin' the swag that suited me
Niggas say they movin' dope
But they movin' keys like computer geeks
I can smell fake, y'all niggas runnin' outta bars like a jailbreak
Niggas say they stackin' chips but got the stale face
Boy, I'm bad like Michael Jackson with the pale face
You got that "nigga, I'm about to take a L" face
Never too complex, but I use my gift to the full extent
Never lose my cool, I don't live by rules, niggas too content
If another man tell you how to feed your fam, nigga, you's a bitch
So I got right back on my shit, my nigga, like

Huh!
I don't win, then I don't eat; anytime that I was down
I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
Huh!
I don't work, then I don't eat; when they thought that I was down
I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like
Huh!
And if we have to do this shit the hard way (hard way)
Just know that I am with the shit all day
Huh!
I don't win, then I don't eat; anytime that I was down
I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like

[Dizzy Wright]
Yo, y'all not foolin' me, y'all not sucka free
You're livin' refugee, but we know misery loves company
Never got too comfy, I knew nobody would come for me
My soul glow even when the whole globe is trumpin' me
And I'm on top of the globe, but the goal underneath a gold mine
Y'all cosignin' puppets like Cousin Skee'
Hot and hostile, so nobody is out of reach
Most people f*ckin' with the kid if they not asleep
Never overpower my spiritual views
I guess they want me to suggest more illiterate moves
The flesh, the temple, the mental, the signature tools
Knowledge is power and we out here makin' chemistry, fool
I'd be a whole lot bigger if I took that advance
Some niggas died for us just to have a book in our hands
Never fall for it, all for the slow-motion grind
Search for it and find out you had it the whole f*ckin' time
Let's get at it

[Jon Connor]
If you don't like real shit, turn it off right now
I'm from where it's a 13 year old kid
Gettin' outlined in chalk right now
Shit, let's cover all the bases, from the dope fiends
To the baseheads, to the teen fiends sippin' codeine
Raised on Ritalin, so they take meds
Now it's automatic that they turn to addicts
In these rap songs, so they gotta have it
Now they got a long ass rehab bill
'fore they realize they got a habit
Now wait, I'm not tryna win any awards
But we sinkin' in how we thinkin', is everyone on board?
I'm just makin' sure we all connected on one accord
We all cool goin' in debt tryna buy shit that we can't afford?
You sure? You sure? You sure you sure?
Grew up around lost niggas and still ain't found the allure
We be beefin' on social media, overridin' the fact we poor
We be buyin' Jordans, and barely got enough gas to get to the store
This shit hits to my core, since I was born, this what I'm on
There's no "picture my aura"
This ain't a performance, this is a warning, like

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