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Billy Dee Mahogany
Kill a n***a while he joggin', the world is so toxic, I always feel like they watchin' me
That's what happens when you're the blood of the Anunnakis
Always a leader but the streets guarded me
Beautiful goddess, but heartless, I paid her to lie to me
Yeah she's f**kin' for singles but dreamin' to be monogamous
All you n***as wanna be the G.O.A.T. but if the industry sold you n***as dreams, what would you buy from it?
My granny followed the teachers of greedy protestants
He passed the plate again then I'll be nauseous
Sick to my stomach, they took her money claimed that it was for the buildin' fundin'
But the ceilin' leakin', ain't no water runnin'
I was a youngin' duckin' squad cars
Cuttin' class just to move hard
But I ain't have the heart
Unless we talkin' fist fights, I'm in the scuffle
Sometime the shooter could be the n***a that say he love you (Love you)

Uh, I heard that all the real n***as die when the temperatures rise (Temperatures rise)
I heard that all the real n***as die when the temperatures rise (Rise)
Lord, I keep my ass up out the street, baby (Streets, baby)
I took advice from a fiend, baby (Fiend, baby)
I, yeah I do, got some dreams, baby
But it's hard bein' loved when your love don't look like me

Original man, we was first, they worn our crowns (Crowns)
You waitin' on the enemy to help us out
You n***as weak, killin' our own was never in style
A mother deals with the demon takin' breath from a child
You lost your faith in God and put it all in the vote
You wanna know they character then watch them when they broke
I pray abundance, overflow
These n***as ain't killers, baby, they get sent to the store
This melanin just means the paramedics show up late
By the time they arrive you'll be at the pearly gates
This PTSD is why we high as the murder rate
These n***as bitter 'cause the truth is an acquired taste
It's déjà vu
What happens here rarely makes the news
But when they kill us, they only excuse: they make the rules
Sprayin' and testin' us we turn pigs to table food
The apple of my eye, who got the juice?
Low hangin' fruit, n***a

Uh, I heard that all the real n***as die when the temperatures rise (Temperatures rise)
I heard that all the real n***as die when the temperatures rise
Lord, I keep my ass up out the street, baby (Streets, baby)
I took advice from a fiend, baby (Fiend, baby)
I, yeah I do, got some dreams, baby
But it's hard bein' loved when your love don't look like me

(Woah woah woah)
They don't look like me, nah
(Ooh, woah)
Oh no no no
Where's the love been?
It's hard bein' loved when your love don't look like me

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