lack of change / paper

Whatever it takes (whatever it takes)
Free Palestine
Nothing change, ain't a thang to me
I hope that God see the faith in me
I hope my momma proud of a baby boy
Praisin' in the name of joy
Prayin' that she
Never get taken away from me
I hope that Neta doing good
It's been a minute, hit my number
If you got it
Please forgive me
I ain't mean to InterCity
But I feel so alone
I ain't even smoking weed no more
EBT and REFA thinkin' niggas don't got needs no more
'Cause niggas not hangin' in trees no more
Aye, forty-seven can't breathe no more
Shit don't change unless I get violent
Why everybody know when Ricky died
But don't know ebonics
My pops was bumpin' The Chronic
I dream of anarchy at night
Third coast to always pick the side
Refuge in my endless mind
Romance in the brownest eyes
Survival in the bluest
Not survival of the fittest
But alignment with the truest
Middle finger to the sky
If God was real then why'd he do this?
It's the end of the world
Rest in peace to Paul Mooney
Hope I make it to the morning time
Feds gon' raid the building
I'm still screaming "Free Palestine"
Waiting on the day we take our space
If nothing change, then nothing change
Just know I'll never be content
Doing whatever it takes
My aura bleeding from my pent
Need an oracle 'cause Jesus left his pieces of a man
Please don't come around me
If you seeking peace
This institution took my speech
And stole the seed, before it's reap
Hardly stoic in my poetry
Woe is Me
Opposition where I sit
So I can see what roses see
Spirit of the moon, my aura blue
I hope on soom to seal my faith
Rather die than watch my momma
See her son work through the caves
Free my brothers out them chains
If nothing change then nothing change
I'm only here to pave the way
(Change, change)
Exactly
(Change, change, change)
We haven't figured it out
My parents' generation didn't fucking figure it out
And the ones before them
Didn't have any empowering methods
To figure it out
They were still being hung and strung up in trees
So, I pray that your generation keeps standing up
Keeps exposing it
Y'all are it
Keep, just keep your eyes head on the swivel
And keep just, call them, call them bullshit
I get money fore' I ask for it
Make sure that my niggas straight
I control my fate
The master of this whip
Cruising with my shawty
With the windows down
Smoke a pound in a week
Speeding down the freeway, dodging enemies
I can't tell my bitch that I be losing sleep
I'm jaded she take up my space
Like Jordan's when I hit her crease
Thinkin' to my death
Swear I'm moving out the way
Don't mistake my patience for content
You still can catch a fade
Drifting violent thoughts
Stay in my endless mind
I ain't no nihilist
God told me I was gifted
Brother hit my phone
I'm up in soho posted
I'm afraid of going back home
Some niggas done lost they soul
Some niggas selling dope
And some niggas don't got no hope
They posted up on the block
Auntie want another rock
So he gon' get her that
Don't overthink my indifference
These niggas went from puffer vest
To puttin' bullets up in 'em
Money never stop that rage
Shit been difficult since I left the page
Left the town
Shawty hit my phone, she tryna' match
I need a eight, I ain't buyin' off the nigga
If he wanna tax
Division One, don't give a fuck about stats
Smokin' cookie in my broad riding thoughts
'Cause I need a bag
Bitch bad and I don't need her back
I need time and space alone
And I don't need her in my face
If she wanna argue back
Get the fuck up out my way
Uh
Pockets looking thick
Yeah, I need the paper
Yeah, I need the motion
Yeah, I need the bread
Pockets- Pockets looking thick
Yeah, I need the paper
Yeah, I need the motion
Yeah, I need the bread
Pockets looking thick
Yeah, I need the paper
Yeah, I need the m-
Yeah, I need the m-
Yeah, I need the bread
Pockets looking thick
Yeah, I need the paper
Yeah, I need the motion
Yeah, I need the bread
Wind, if you should pass him in your travel
Lift him back to me