[Verse: Vince Staples]
Rap ain't never did shit for a n***a with no options
You want some positivity go listen to some Common
I'm here to bring you knowledge that they left out at your college
Where you paid a hundred thousand, just to fall behind anyway
All in the white man's plan to just assimilate the n***as
If they stopped they business, let the monkeys intergrate
Abraham Lincoln never kept none of my n***as safe
Only gave them prison dates and Church's Chicken dinner plates
Columbus is beloved, when the fuck will Malcolm get a day?
Probably never, try to hide the truth, but they hardly clever
Only show the youth house n***as wearing Cosby sweaters
Wisdom scripted in the prison letter's that my father sent us
Waiting for Armageddon, still slangin' that Arm & Hammer
Use them cops as target practice, they owe us a couple L's
How we gon' know the future when we barely know ourselves?
It ain't hard to tell the n***a's got it hard as hell

[Sample: 2Pac]
When I say Thug Life, I mean that shit
Cause these white folks see us as thugs
I don't care what ya'll think
I don't care if you think a lawyer, if you a man
If you an African-American
If you whatever the fuck you think you are
We thugs and n***as to these motherfuckers
You know
And until we on some shit
I'mma call it like it is
How you going to be a man and we starving? You know?
And we walk down and 5 different houses and not a man in either one of them motherfuckers?
How we going to be a man?
How we gonna be African-Americans and we–