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The revolution shall be televised This year it's all about us so fuck the other side Gotta get killed on camera for us to come alive Well shit we dead already from all this homicide In my cell hangin' from a rope Where you get less time for rape than for sellin' dope When you get the same time for dope then you do a murder Innocent 'til guilty, guilty the verdict Before you even started that Harley, no we ain't notice Cause we was goin' to war with ourselves over that coca And they was tryna hurt us, lock us so far in the mountains Couldn't get no service and our families couldn't service us Fightin' a silent war with a silencer Like racin' a Lamborghini with a Challenger And the feds gon' follow us Label us as terrorists and then they drop bombs on us And we turn to media, they lie to us Nobody really speakin' on them courtrooms that bodied us Labeled us as hooligans, we trappin' and we movin' it Kids barely eatin' at that table with that tuna fish Breakefast and lunchtime Mama ordered the noodle dish Dinner time I was on the corner, me and Lucifer Who you s'posed to call when the cops the ones shootin' you? Nobody Talked to the Shmurdas and I told 'em keep their head up And when you touch down, stay focused and get your bread up Letras de cancionesCause when you're gettin' to it the people be gettin' fed up They buildin' brand new jails for us, don't make your bed up Use your head, dog, and beware Certain niggas just ain't good for you dont bring them near ya I'm young, black, and I get money, my swag serious America's worst nightmare, I'm what they're scared of Fresh back home, they had to sit me down I come back home, they talkin' Nicki now? I spit like a drummer that hold 50 rounds And for my walkthroughs it cost 60 pounds Of Sour D, Hollywood, I should be But that hood shit bring the hood out of me I be on the 'gram like I hit the lottery Buyin' every car, every house I see, tryna be A gangsta, I was tryna be a king You're tryna score a point, I was tryna get a ring Couple niggas got happy, heard I was in the bing 'Til they let me out my cell, I jumped right up in that sink Balenciaga red interior, they're inferior I made a couple milli in jail, I'm dead serious Monkey ass hoes like George and head curious Flow so wavy man I should've been an aquarius I'm talkin' to Hov on the jail call Get so many letters that they thinkin' it's mail fraud When I fell on the money they said that I fell off We got like, 6 mansions, 12 lofts 3 condos, any apartments? Hell naw Just all penthouses, nigga I've been 'bout it Gets in, gets out it, like it's a robbery I came up from the bottom and ain't no stoppin' me nigga From Letras Mania