Hoodlums! (Radio Edit)

6th 7th grade I had a plan to make it through the threshold I didn't say to achieve it that I ain't make a mess though The classes drawn out more and money wasn't coming So I ended up just tapping into cars instead of tapping pencils dang Investigations coming was the memo The knockers spinning round the block to ask us questions But the only thing that boomed into my mind was telling pigs N-O The system bigger liars than chins on Jay Leno You woulda thought that somebody woulda spoken or figured out That who did it would be 1 up on some tokens But they ain't think the girl that stayed all in the house was provoken I only did it just to prove I can open doors they tried closing Breaking into opportunities they said wasn't open I ain't steal nun but they peace of mind and nobody noticed The last person they suspected was a girl that can't even focus I popped a Altima a GT and a black Ford Focus skrr Tuh They went and looked for a bunch Not a lor girl that was tryna get a meal for school lunch It wasn't free cause though we was clearly down in the dumps The paper said we wasn't qualified cause we made enough Seeing mom and dad- scraping dollars That they ain't have made me irritated so I went and got me a bag Looking back at them days I drink my Fanta and laugh Cause to this day ain't nobody ever caught my ass So I ain't mad he a hoodlum He just tryna eat man I hope they don't book em System inconsiderate don't even be looking So I ain't mad he a hoodlum Trap And I aint mad they some hoodlums They just tryna ball man I hope they don't book em System inconsiderate don't even be looking So I ain't mad they some hoodlums Trap And I ain't saying this for kids to act I just want yall to understand how we living lavish Correction I meant to tell you how we living famished And how republicans act like they never do the damage Oops Rappers can't talk polls and religion Instead tote polls and send em to god and enter the prisons The outside looking in and never just want to just listen So let me straight up tell you what goes on inside this prism You put a liquor store on every corner daily Don't offer jobs close all the schools and open prisons Offer section 8 and only throw in guns crack and barely Ever try to think - what makes the neighborhood crazy? But hey I ain't the mayor or the president Nor am I legal with voting rights or heaven sent I just want someone to understand that this hood America unless we millionaires Or the 1 percent So in conclusion Don't be mad we some hoodlums They just tryna eat man I hope they don't book em System failed us all and don't even be looking So I ain't mad they some hoodlums