Uh-uh-uh, what up?Uh, I'm tryna, what up?Uh-uh, I'm tryna get somethingUh-uh-uh, I'm tryna, what up?I say, what up?Uh-uh, I'm trynaSometimes I wanna leave, sometimes I wanna crySometimes I hate to bear the truth, sometimes I wanna lieSometimes I wanna school the youthSometimes I wanna rideSometimes I wanna not think, sometimes I wanna vibeSometimes I wanna bump tribe and zone outThis song bout a young boyThat's going wild inside, when my world collideWith your world where your girl and your kids resideWe kill the facades, we feel free to flyWe're birds that reserve in the charismatic skyI care about my pride too much, if my clothes is newIf my ride is plush, if my hair is cutIf my diamonds is crushedI look in the mirror, I'm trendy enough? wrongInsecurity roams the black communityHomes where kids must have jewelryThe high school female need earrings and detailsSo she can be cool to be amongst popularityThe various name brands that reach the price scanThat's not about the right priceBut more like the right scamTo rule us all, confuse us allHit the bank within five minutes and then withdrawNow let's draw the picture of a rapper with a chainIn a range that is not paid forMy cousin from the south said he just bought him a houseThat lives around his neck like a white collarSo why fast forward? then I rewindA time machine can help me double back to slavery timesPicking cotton from a field that a white man ownThe blacker you areFarther you from the white man's homeNegro spiritual zones gave us some type of sanityBefore your vanity they parted our familiesThey put us in hundred-degree shadeAnd outside we bathedThe more we were afraid, the more they made rulesAnd trapped our minds in the cageOur freedom was so fakeCouldn't see it with the eyes of tracee ross, uh!And school was exempt, see we couldn't have smartsAnd a smirk could get you hurtWound diversed from a scarFour-hundred years of nothingFour-hundred years of sufferingFour-hundred years of tears and tribulation, miseducationSee what we facing is now coming, back to the rootsRemember whips on our backAnd if we would run they would shoot?Call us niggers and figured that we'd never lived in pursuitOf happiness, we captured theseFeelings in things that we doThought it's abstinence in slavery, but we made it come toA modern perspective, my shoe selection gotta be louieHer handbag gotta be gucci, it's fake then she foobieShe still bad though, and her fake gucciAin't that bad thoughWe filling up the gas for rolliesUpgrade to twenty-sixes, out there riding kobesMy cousin from the south, slavery start in the southAnd I bet yaHe overcompensates for the life of his ancestorsSo blame it on the four-hundred years we never sawThe reason why the next four-hundred we gotta flossSlavesUh, I say the four-hundred years we never had nothingBarely had clothes on our backIt's the reason why when we get a little bit of changeWe over-exaggerate on our living expensesSo if you get your first big check and you copA chain before you buy a houseYou're a vanity slaveIf you're a female and you got four, fiveSix rings on your fingerFour holes in your left ear and a nose piercingYou're a vanity slaveIf you got an '02 monte carlo with twenty-fo's on itAnd on the back of the window it says "get on my level hoe"You're a vanity slaveWe all vanity slavesAnd with that being said, can somebodyPlease tell me where the mall at?I'm not from around hereHey ali, where we at? idaho?Yeah nigga, you know the first of the monthYou know them checks come inI'm tryna get something, but what up?
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Uh-uh-uh, what up?
Uh, I'm tryna, what up?
Uh-uh, I'm tryna get something
Uh-uh-uh, I'm tryna, what up?
I say, what up?
Uh-uh, I'm tryna
Sometimes I wanna leave, sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I hate to bear the truth, sometimes I wanna lie
Sometimes I wanna school the youth
Sometimes I wanna ride
Sometimes I wanna not think, sometimes I wanna vibe
Sometimes I wanna bump tribe and zone out
This song bout a young boy
That's going wild inside, when my world collide
With your world where your girl and your kids reside
We kill the facades, we feel free to fly
We're birds that reserve in the charismatic sky
I care about my pride too much, if my clothes is new
If my ride is plush, if my hair is cut
If my diamonds is crushed
I look in the mirror, I'm trendy enough? wrong
Insecurity roams the black community
Homes where kids must have jewelry
The high school female need earrings and details
So she can be cool to be amongst popularity
The various name brands that reach the price scan
That's not about the right price
But more like the right scam
To rule us all, confuse us all
Hit the bank within five minutes and then withdraw
Now let's draw the picture of a rapper with a chain
In a range that is not paid for
My cousin from the south said he just bought him a house
That lives around his neck like a white collar
So why fast forward? then I rewind
A time machine can help me double back to slavery times
Picking cotton from a field that a white man own
The blacker you are
Farther you from the white man's home
Negro spiritual zones gave us some type of sanity
Before your vanity they parted our families
They put us in hundred-degree shade
And outside we bathed
The more we were afraid, the more they made rules
And trapped our minds in the cage
Our freedom was so fake
Couldn't see it with the eyes of tracee ross, uh!
And school was exempt, see we couldn't have smarts
And a smirk could get you hurt
Wound diversed from a scar
Four-hundred years of nothing
Four-hundred years of suffering
Four-hundred years of tears and tribulation, miseducation
See what we facing is now coming, back to the roots
Remember whips on our back
And if we would run they would shoot?
Call us niggers and figured that we'd never lived in pursuit
Of happiness, we captured these
Feelings in things that we do
Thought it's abstinence in slavery, but we made it come to
A modern perspective, my shoe selection gotta be louie
Her handbag gotta be gucci, it's fake then she foobie
She still bad though, and her fake gucci
Ain't that bad though
We filling up the gas for rollies
Upgrade to twenty-sixes, out there riding kobes
My cousin from the south, slavery start in the south
And I bet ya
He overcompensates for the life of his ancestors
So blame it on the four-hundred years we never saw
The reason why the next four-hundred we gotta floss
Slaves
Uh, I say the four-hundred years we never had nothing
Barely had clothes on our back
It's the reason why when we get a little bit of change
We over-exaggerate on our living expenses
So if you get your first big check and you cop
A chain before you buy a house
You're a vanity slave
If you're a female and you got four, five
Six rings on your finger
Four holes in your left ear and a nose piercing
You're a vanity slave
If you got an '02 monte carlo with twenty-fo's on it
And on the back of the window it says "get on my level hoe"
You're a vanity slave
We all vanity slaves
And with that being said, can somebody
Please tell me where the mall at?
I'm not from around here
Hey ali, where we at? idaho?
Yeah nigga, you know the first of the month
You know them checks come in
I'm tryna get something, but what up?
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