Black Males (feat. Epicmustdie)

It's no winning if you stuck in a losing situation

Thirsty

Uh, look at us black males

Trapped well, crack sales, uh

If that fails, you know just how them rat's tails

Your fat bails, watch these niggas turn to Maxwell

And start singing, okay, sounding like this sample

Problems we can't gamble, no, problems we can't handle

Tryna grip this shit, in the midst of shit, got niggas pissed as shit

We see the light,

but we can't get the shit, cause niggas flick the switch, shit, woo

Niggas switching to get rich, somehow I never switch, though

Lately, I been boxed in like boxes in them warehouse stock

And I guess Stockton ain't really wanna pass my momma check

To the mailman, uh, and that's hell, fam

That's why I, uh, that's why I

That's why I be screaming "Fuck what niggas think!"

It's sin up in the breeze and we inhale it, we ain't saints, uh

I just want niggas to listen

Maaan, he 25, he doing life

Ten years of crime, started with a dime

His son just turned 6, he ain't never seen his pops

He only seen some pics, shit, his pops ain't seen him

They the spitting image, both of they fathers missing

I hope he grow up different, y'all probably think I'm tripping

Spitting all this sentimental shit, but really it's realistic shit

That's how it be, the shit is deep, touching me, you feel this shit?

How many niggas think a gun make 'em bigger?

A set make 'em stronger? A rag make 'em realer?

A homie for a homie, but revenge ain't gon' finish that

Black-on-black to wearing black at funerals, so remember that

Before you pull a trigger, that's not another nigga

Nah, that's your brother, you still gon' kill 'em, huh?

Over what? Probably something stupid

Typical black males, man, what the fuck is we doing?

Yo, is this Halloween or these niggas just phonies? Uh

Just look at all these snakes, they dressed up like your homies, uh

And free my niggas, we got problems we can't pinpoint

My pen point me straight to the pen that points get you in

The wind push me straight to the point, what's my point?

My niggas pinned down, writing to this pen pal

Really ain't no point to that shit, smoke a joint to that shit

And we yelling but we silent, ain't no voice to that shit, man