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Aye mayne, I like the depth of 
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this song, ya know what I'm sayin'
Not the death of the song but the 
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D-E-P-T-H of the song
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Ya feel me, the complexity and 
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shit
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I like the topic
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Kodak Black man

[Chorus: 6AC K]
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Look my word is bond as fuck
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My life is hard enough
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They not rewarding us
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They disregarding us
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And if I go to D.C., I'm tryna 
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spar with Trump
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I'm not a politician, just can't 
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ignore the stuff

[Verse 1: 6AC K]
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This really just a free verse, I 
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put my life in reverse
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I dug up out my old pain and put 
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it on a t-shirt
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So many sides to this shit, not 
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here for the popular shit
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Your own people will laugh when 
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you on positive shit
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Before I die, I'ma teach, I light
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 a blunt and I preach
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Ain't no facade you can see, that
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 I can only be me
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I got a daughter to raise, one 
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day she gon' be a queen
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I'm tryna get shit together, so 
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she can have anything

[Chorus: 6AC K]
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Look my word is bond as fuck
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My life is hard enough
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They not rewarding us
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They disregarding us
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And if I go to D.C., I'm tryna 
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spar with Trump
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I'm not a politician, just can't 
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ignore the stuff

[Verse 2: Dreezy]
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I take this life how it come
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Got heart but still won't show love
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If I tell people where I'm from, 
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they might think I gotta gun
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Got J's that's still in the box
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No tax or bands on my ones
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I took my feelings out this shit 
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and put my trust in my funds
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Tat my dead homie on my sleeve
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Don't need glasses, see what I see
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Told me at ten, what I wasn't gon' 
be
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Nigga ain't make the league, so we 
turn to the streets
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Cops wanna blast 'fore they see ya 
I.D
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Might do the race 'fore a nigga 
catch me
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Damn if it be another R.I.P
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It's a black/white world but I only
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 see green
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Killers gettin' off innocent, when
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 the clip showin' that he did the 
shit
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Try to talk and they ain't 
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listenin' but they'll point it out 
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if you get ignorant
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Fuck with you if you a benefit
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That's why I pay off cash at the 
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dealership
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But I got money stashed for the bail
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 and shit
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But I'ma write it off, good 
penmanship
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Can't say we representing when half
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 the office White Supremacist
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This can't be, "Land of the free".
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If kneeling might cost your position
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I'm supposed to respect the system
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They call our brothers, "Sons of 
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bitches"
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And when my Unc' came home from 
prison
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For the same shit y'all tried to 
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turn into a business
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Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
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Hurricanes come and swallow us
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Opp niggas tryna put the dot on us
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We pourin' Henny, cause we all 
bottled up3
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Granny said, "Scratch ya lottos up"
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But the bible says it goes full 
circle
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I'ma tryna find me a good purpose

[Chorus: 6AC K]
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Look my word is bond as fuck
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My life is hard enough
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They not rewarding us
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They disregarding us
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And if I go to D.C., I'm tryna 
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spar with Trump
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I'm not a politician, just can't 
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ignore the stuff

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
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Ain't old enough to hit the club to
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 fill my cup with rum
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But I can go die in the army or go 
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to war for them
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Ain't old enough for marijuana 
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cigars, spark my blunt
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But old enough to spend my life 
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behind bars, that dumb
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Totin' magazines that got me in the 
articles
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When I'm in Washington D.C., I'm 
doing fraud n' stuff
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Ain't worried bout Donald Trump
Ain't worried bout seeing no 
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monuments
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These people got weather control
Where the hell you think Hurricane 
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Harvey from?
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The weather ain't got no name
Where the hell you think Hurricane 
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Harvey from?
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These people control the rain, 
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these people be diggin' bunkers up
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But they only got 2 more years of
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 slavery to do harm to us
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I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, 
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I'm the one who fought for us
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I was in the clubs in 6th grade,
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 fightin' the adults and stuff
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Feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the
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Ever since the 6th grade nigga, 
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I was the one who fought for us

[Outro: Kodak Black]
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Ever since the 10th grade nigga, I 
was the one who fought for us
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So I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga,
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 I'm the one who fought for us yeah
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I fought for us, nigga I die for
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 us, nigga I risk my life for us
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I risk my life for us nigga and 
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I'll die for us nigga