A lesson to the weak
Something a fly nigga speaks
It's a depraved devil's heart system that got us all laid down
Make us content to play around and let god seers get clowned
I guess you really can lead a nigga to the well and make him drink it
And ask "what the fuck am I thinking?" turned on by shiny trinkets
To let dope get our hopes up, let money be our 'So What?'
Use god to make our dough up
Turn girls to hoes in runway fashion shows and
Use guns to write our poems and be jealous, brag and boast
And let the least control the most
Look, I'm a product and a victim, to perpetuate the sickness
Lose everything I love because some bitch wanted to kick it
My car, my house, my jewels, my clothes, my drugs, that flesh it tempt me
My star burnt out, I lose my soul, my love has left I'm empty
What I'mma do? What I'mma say? Where I'mma go? Where I'mma lay?
I ordered too much food and wine, the bill is here it's time to pay
All is lost and tossed away, and I know just who to blame
Where you at B? Say my name, cause everything's about to change
Find out who you are and see it
Find out what you are and free it
Find out who you love and need it
Find out what you can and be it
That's what's up, that's what's up x4
Find out who you love and be it
Find out what you can and free it
Find out what you love and need it
Find out who you are and see it
That's what's up, that's what's up (x4)
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