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Old school trunk rattlin' shit, bangin' on you niggas Fuck a seven, I want eight figures swingin' for the fences I be out in Vegas in a five-star hotel lobby She spot me, she hope'n, she can catch me drunk and sloppy Uh, but I'm too gamed up To park with a bitch that's a stranger Thought she found a fountain wallet, pour out like soda I got a Medellín sack shipped to East Oakland Where there's no Crips, no Bloods, and no eses bangin' But the niggas bang K's and they arrang-tangin' Where a fourteen-year-old pull up in a bipped Mustang and Pull a homemade AR out and get ta Haaattk-yang yang'n If you don't give your shit up, you better give your shit up This kid's frontal lobe ain't even fully developed yet Fuckin' baby, he don't even know how to regret it The shit's Rockstar Games fault, yeah, I said it What's wrong with us, with us, now Shit so crooked, everything's crooked, wow What's wrong with us? Maybe it's us, wow What's wrong with us? Maybe it's you These niggers ain't dumb, they're just unparented With no guidance, that's some scary shit See, y'all expected a Karen to do the carrying These days, most grade school teachers are white lady librarians Now, before you go havin' a fuckin' cow With some shit about Rice4eveR's racist You need to sit the fuck down and have several thousand seats The point I'm tryna make is about faces Uh, About how representation is powerful A little different when your doctors and your teachers And your lawyers and your dentist all look like you You tend to trust them more than the people who control the TV Make you look at the TV with people on it Who look just like you in ways to make you niggas trust them less So much so you get comfortable watching black people Getting shot in the chest Damn What's wrong with us, with us, now Shit so crooked, everything's crooked, wow What's wrong with us? Maybe it's us, wow What's wrong with us? Maybe it's you Country's all fucked up Yup, a nigger did it, Jim Or get a nigger over here so I can blame it on him