[Intro: Fat Dom]
Aye, let me spit some real for the people
They need this shit right now
Excuse my language
[Verse 1: Fat Dom]
Y'all learned from the T.V. real shit, I done felt us all
So I'mma take the easy route, yeah no doubt, life hard
Remember the jungle gym, playgrounds, monkey bars
Now we monkeys in the jungle gettin' put behind bars
I ain't tatted at all, no piercings like Paul
Barely twist the tree, rarely sippin' alcohol
Live in the 323, 187s, DTP
F-A-T got it non-fictional story
Began to grow up and I said you know what
What adults told us was kinda true
I mean they owed us stuff, had childhood rough
Probably done experienced everything I'm goin' through
[Hook: Fat Dom]
But this my story, my shoes
My life, my mutha-fuckin' rules
My bad with the profanity, but it gets deep
Matter fact, fuck that freedom of speech! (repeat 2x)
[Verse 2: Fat Dom]
Money don't grow on trees, but money can grow the tree
Nigga used to puff with me
When I stopped smokin' stopped fuckin' with me
All you B-R-O-K-E... need a J-O-B
Instead, you tryin' to find work while you in the streets
Ridin' 'round wit' yo homie
I was walkin' on that sidewalk, gang hit-ups on that wall
Thinking like "why God, why they tryin' to kill us all?"
Killing niggas hoop dreams, tryin' to put 'em behind bars
Have 'em build some shit, then you turn around and have a ball
This world sick, street need Tylenol
Before they in the book, they go and look inside the mall
Fuck yo' fly clothes, can't fuck with 5-0
You already upscale so lower yo' pride bro
I ain't competing and we def' ain't rivals
I'm just a lil' high, probably why my eyes low
On any instrumental, parental advised flow
Tybo on the mic though, word life yo!
[Hook: Fat Dom]
[Verse 3: Fat Dom]
Okay, it's time to get cutthroat, some cats you can't trust yo
When you pushin' up like muscles
I got my dutch rolled, gas punched on yellow
They moving slow, me and my lady eating Checo's
Then it's hasta la juego
Gotta get these pesos, bankroll, dank rolled
Rollies and pay-rolls
You change clothes, change hoes, but I never changed though
It was the people around me, got down on one knee and prayed, bro
If you didn't have cable, internet, gangs and shit
I bet the world will be a better place to live
You can't make dollars if you ain't making sense
But fuck up on that bullshit, it's a shame it is
Letting my ink spread, the thoughts in my head
Kick a flow, a ritual before I go to bed
Fried egg on the bread, I grind to get fed
Ten steps ahead, word you heard what I said?
Moving silently, actions speaking louder damn the irony
Me and my brothers living in color, Keenan and Ivory
Butter, flashy cars and shiny diamonds
You see the cop cars and the ambulances driving
They say it's about timing, well I make everything timeless
[Outro: Speaker, possibly Malcolm X or Martin Luther King]
All we say to America is be true to what you said on paper
If I lived in China, or even Russia, or any totalitarian country
Maybe I could understand some of these illegal injunctions
Maybe I could understand the denial of certain basic first amendment privileges
Because they haven't committed themselves to that over there
But somewhere I read of the freedom of assembly
Somewhere I read of the freedom of speech
Somewhere I read of the freedom of press
Somewhere I read that the greatness of America is the right to protest for our right
Aye, let me spit some real for the people
They need this shit right now
Excuse my language
[Verse 1: Fat Dom]
Y'all learned from the T.V. real shit, I done felt us all
So I'mma take the easy route, yeah no doubt, life hard
Remember the jungle gym, playgrounds, monkey bars
Now we monkeys in the jungle gettin' put behind bars
I ain't tatted at all, no piercings like Paul
Barely twist the tree, rarely sippin' alcohol
Live in the 323, 187s, DTP
F-A-T got it non-fictional story
Began to grow up and I said you know what
What adults told us was kinda true
I mean they owed us stuff, had childhood rough
Probably done experienced everything I'm goin' through
[Hook: Fat Dom]
But this my story, my shoes
My life, my mutha-fuckin' rules
My bad with the profanity, but it gets deep
Matter fact, fuck that freedom of speech! (repeat 2x)
[Verse 2: Fat Dom]
Money don't grow on trees, but money can grow the tree
Nigga used to puff with me
When I stopped smokin' stopped fuckin' with me
All you B-R-O-K-E... need a J-O-B
Instead, you tryin' to find work while you in the streets
Ridin' 'round wit' yo homie
I was walkin' on that sidewalk, gang hit-ups on that wall
Thinking like "why God, why they tryin' to kill us all?"
Killing niggas hoop dreams, tryin' to put 'em behind bars
Have 'em build some shit, then you turn around and have a ball
This world sick, street need Tylenol
Before they in the book, they go and look inside the mall
Fuck yo' fly clothes, can't fuck with 5-0
You already upscale so lower yo' pride bro
I ain't competing and we def' ain't rivals
I'm just a lil' high, probably why my eyes low
On any instrumental, parental advised flow
Tybo on the mic though, word life yo!
[Hook: Fat Dom]
[Verse 3: Fat Dom]
Okay, it's time to get cutthroat, some cats you can't trust yo
When you pushin' up like muscles
I got my dutch rolled, gas punched on yellow
They moving slow, me and my lady eating Checo's
Then it's hasta la juego
Gotta get these pesos, bankroll, dank rolled
Rollies and pay-rolls
You change clothes, change hoes, but I never changed though
It was the people around me, got down on one knee and prayed, bro
If you didn't have cable, internet, gangs and shit
I bet the world will be a better place to live
You can't make dollars if you ain't making sense
But fuck up on that bullshit, it's a shame it is
Letting my ink spread, the thoughts in my head
Kick a flow, a ritual before I go to bed
Fried egg on the bread, I grind to get fed
Ten steps ahead, word you heard what I said?
Moving silently, actions speaking louder damn the irony
Me and my brothers living in color, Keenan and Ivory
Butter, flashy cars and shiny diamonds
You see the cop cars and the ambulances driving
They say it's about timing, well I make everything timeless
[Outro: Speaker, possibly Malcolm X or Martin Luther King]
All we say to America is be true to what you said on paper
If I lived in China, or even Russia, or any totalitarian country
Maybe I could understand some of these illegal injunctions
Maybe I could understand the denial of certain basic first amendment privileges
Because they haven't committed themselves to that over there
But somewhere I read of the freedom of assembly
Somewhere I read of the freedom of speech
Somewhere I read of the freedom of press
Somewhere I read that the greatness of America is the right to protest for our right
( Fat Dom )
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