[Verse 1: Murs] Jogging through the junkyard, kicking the can Never would I think I had the world in my hand 17 times, circumnavigate the globe A traveler’s tradition, my religion is the road Broke the mold, explored all the options The quickest way to curate the cash, so I clocked in On the job, no training wheels Told my mama I'mma make it cause I say I will Till the wheels fall off Yes yes, y’all, 'till the beat it don’t stop Between a rock and a hard place Came up out the ghetto with my boys, no Scarface But is my mind playing tricks? If the world is really mine how I ain’t got shit? Still they stop and they frisk But it’s never gonna change till we stop and resist
[Hook: MNDR] Listen, listen, if you want it up Till the sun is up, then you’re one of us So listen, listen, and start letting go If we’ve had enough, we don’t give a fuck No more control, no no more No more control, no no more (Control, control, control, control)
[Verse 2: Murs] Welcome to the world of drug dealers Comic books, white girls, and real niggas Skateboards, bandanas, and malt liquor Japanese cartoons and straight killers They tell us get out the ghetto and get rich But when you really a rebel you don’t fit We all tryna find our niche Got to grab it by the throat and make the world your bitch It’s the American way Plug into the drive and let the narrative play We obsessed with nothing but the best shit Do it on your own or be a drone with a death wish Defy definition, repress repetition Get money, get high, get sex, the addiction The depression, the stress, the affliction Get ready, get set, go, we on a mission
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[Verse 3: Murs] They had a rally for police brutality up at the park But when we killing ourselves don’t nobody want to march We got to start to take a look in the mirror If we don’t respect ourselves then they always gone fear us If black lives matter then black lives matter And the color of the killer shouldn’t even be a factor Most of these rappers ain’t equipped to lead Cause most of these rappers illiterate, can’t read This is educated street music for the educated street movement It’s fucked up what the police is doing But motherfucker look what we doing
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