[Quincey White]
(We are the Frost Team)
(Quincey White)
Yeah
[Quincey White]
Where you from, my nigga? (Where you from?)
You don't even know (Ha)
Claimin' a fuckin' hood that you don't even own, uh
Stripped from your land, last name, and your heritage (Who you?)
We was African before African Americans
All Black on the plantation
A lighter pigment wasn't even a figment of our imagination (Nah)
Chains, we had to break 'em (Huh)
Now we screamin' that we free (Free)
Why would I ever believe my opressor wanna integrate with me?
Went from owned by a master to ownin' my masters on a masterpiece (Uh-huh)
Feel like Nat Turner with a black burner, with all my niggas in the back with me
Some niggas reppin' the B
Some niggas reppin' the C
Some niggas reppin' the westside, some niggas reppin' the East
Like David, know gunners that never made a statement
Never workin' for the police or for the police station
White cops kill us, black cops kill us
Black cops get a sentence with that badge, you still a nigga
[Quincey White & Dave East]
This ain't no fairytale, but this is freedom
I'm not quite where I wanna be, but right where I'm needed
Every day, I wake up, kiss my daughter on the cheek (Mwah)
Then put my life to a beat (Kyrie)
That's a fairytale to me (Kobe)
Love you, Q, what up, nigga?
But they say it ain't no fairytales
[Dave East]
PCP all in this blunt, they call a shermstick (Dust)
I really seen junkies when the firm put out the firm biz (Uh)
Fox, Nas, and AZ, the cops live, what they seen? (They live)
Drive by and spray three (Boom, boom)
Watch time fly and stay green (Fly)
CompStock or play green
Dope had 'em switchin' like a gay fiend (Uh)
Hooked up to a IV, baggie saline
Off-White sneakers, he got zip-tagged
Always talkin' 'bout the shit he did 'til he got shit bagged (Boom)
If daddy don't come home with what they asked for, then my kids mad (Mad)
Spoiled my daughters rotten, rotten apple, Homer, get back (Uh)
Eliminate the chit-chat (Shut up)
Click, clack, boom, clear out the room (Boom)
Platoon style, army fatigue, murders at noon
That's a brunch hit (Brunch)
Puerto Rican plug sound like when Pun spit
White chalk, sold out them baggies, shit look like FunDip (Uh)
Could've asked niggas for anything, but I ain't want shit (Nothin')
Hope the dogs never smell nothin', don't want my trunk flipped, nigga
[Quincey White]
This ain't no fairytale, but this is freedom
I'm not quite where I wanna be, but right where I'm needed
Every day, I wake up, kiss my daughter on the cheek
Then put my life to a beat
That's a fairytale to me
But they say it ain't no fairytales
[Quincey White]
You wonder why us niggas war, every corner got a liquor store
We drink away the pain poured out for the dead ones, better hit the floor
Or die (Uh)
The other side lettin' clips fly
Niggas get high, then slide on you like a zipline
Now it's red and blue, it used to be black and white
We fightin' each other, used to fight for each other for civil rights
Throwin' up our fists with the Black Panther Party (R.I.P. Huey P.)
'Til the CIA came and crashed the party
They say, "Black don't crack 'til the crack get dropped in the projects" (Yeah)
Cocaine, bacon soda, mixin' the Pyrex (Uh)
Sold it to our own, where the fuck was our mindsets?
Flood the hood with all this product, take the money, reinvest
We stressed for paper with slave owners printed on a
So we can buy a chain and a whip just to bend the corner (Skrrt)
Don't you see the irony?
This type of life was never fine with me
[Quincey White]
This ain't no fairytale, but this is freedom
I'm not quite where I wanna be, but right where I'm needed
Every day, I wake up, kiss my daughter on the cheek
Then put my life to a beat
That's a fairytale to me
But they say it ain't no fairytales
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