I ain’t even talk my sh#t on the last one
I won’t do it often, but I’ma do it right now
Clowns can’t handle what the Bic scribble (nope)
Mad ’cause life’s a b#tch and they dick’s little (so cute)
Vernacular grasp snap ’em in half like crisp pickles
Toss ’em in the pile with the rest of the mixed vittles (uh)
Labels make ’em spit the usual ruse
How they bend girls like politicians do to the truth (fake news)
Then they gotta decide which Ruger to usе (OK)
Convince impressionable youth that stupid is cool (uh-huh)
Paint picturеs with lame scriptures the muse of a fool
All the while thinkin’ that they music the stool
Oops, I meant the sh#t
But if it’s in my penmanship I meant the sh#t
That’s why the music has the feeling of endlessness (uh-huh)
Like the beats had no time signatures (uh-huh)
And my people bump me like blemishes (uh-huh)
I got bars because I spit life sentences, ya bish (yeah)
Need my people to me impotent
Like first we had it hard then it went away, ay
Wish all my n#gg#s was innocent
Make it easier arguing for better days, ay
It’s hard not to be militant
When no one ever admits mistakes, ay
I put my soul in these sentences
And by example I will demonstrate, exhibit A
That’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it (bish)
(ya bish) That’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it (woah)
(ya scrote) That’s the gist of it
That’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it (oh)
(yo) That’s the gist of it
That’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist
Verse 2
They shoot us so we long for the days we were beaten (mmph)
America was great? I’m tryna think when it was decent (sh#t)
U-S never truly spelled us
Made us bring the water never told us where the well was (we ate rabbit)
We on a pedestal just when they want to sell us
Why you think Bobby Shmurda was sittin’ in a cell bruh
Epic said: “Oh the figures stopped, let that n#gg# rot”
“It ain’t like he ’bout to be the next BIG or ‘Pac
“Even then he would wind up getting shot” (damn)
Slave auctions just looking a little different (uh-huh)
‘Cause every now and then a rapper get a little imprint (yeah)
And ballers use they knees for something other than limpin’
Before they owners are done pimpin’ but we still scrimpin’ (yup)
Let’s do a study guys, who clips the wings of the butterfly?
Systemic incentivized designs for demise
Or that man with crime on his mind tryna survive, huh?
Pre-Chorus
Need my peoples to me impotent
Like first we had it hard then it went away, ay
Wish all my n#gg#s was innocent
Make it easier arguing for better days, ay
It’s hard not to be militant
When no one ever admits mistakes, ay
I put my soul in these sentences
And by example I will demonstrate, exhibit A
That’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it (bish)
(ya bish) That’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it (woah)
(ya scrote) That’s the gist of it
That’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist of it (oh)
(yo) That’s the gist of it
That’s the gist of it
Yeah that’s the gist
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