Lyrics

Gotta have that Yea Gotta have that Word Huh gotta have that Yea Word I can't have my hand out I rather get up and get it But you niggas rather live Off the shit that they giving Can only make it so far Until yo wheels stop spinning I never had training wheels That's why I always been different Gotta separate yo mind When you dealing with mine Mankind even told me Man you one of a kind I rally race inside the game Just to hit finish lines And I can run the whole time Without passing batons I'm breaking news With breaking rules I break into anybody who got it Can't afford to lose Can't nobody tell me shit On how to win or lose I took a loan outta my life Just to pay my dues Half you niggas in the game Got ya' life confused You let money think you hard Until yo life get removed Just hoes in big homes With a rich attitude Can't spell home without hoe That's forever yo mood I treat this shit like I'm a chef The way I'm cookin' you next Janitor size guns But I'm making a mess For any nigga Talkin' crazy out the side Of they neck I cut the check And get you checked You disrespect me I wild out I got too many techs Ya' whole gang full of snitches You got too many refs See you hype yourself up Like you a real life threat While police killing niggas Taking too many breaths My nigga They was killing niggas Even way back when And they still killing niggas Like they did back then Telling us to get over it Like they making amends We can't move pass shit If its still happening He, she, we You getting off scot free But that shit would be different If that shit was me Less than 24 hrs Charged with 1st degree Get sentenced to life With another life slapped on me All these other niggas Is the quiet type emcee With no offense Like Pat Beverley Like two lesbians You won't fuck with my D Can't tweet about the king Unless you going at me nigga All these muthafuckas Gotta come pass me nigga Let the gun blaze If the gun at me nigga Cops pull you over End in trigger squeeze I'm praying for release I'm screaming on my knees I'm so tired They got murder in they eyes Let us live our lives Too many homicides I'm so tired They got murder in they eyes Let us live our lives Too many homicides They hang us up on chains (Chains) And let us hang (Hang) 400 years of pain (Pain) Say our name (Name) They hang us up on chains (Chains) And let us hang (Hang) 400 years of pain (Pain) Say our name (Name) Say our name (Name) Say our name (Name)
Writer(s): Ryan Howard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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