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A Pimp Named Slickback

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Imma have to post multiple verses because
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I'm on Spotify and PRIDE by Kendrick made me make this thread

That 2nd verse
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Now, in a perfect world, I probably won't be insensitive
Cold as December but never remember what winter did
I wouldn't blame you for mistakes I made or the bed I laid
Seems like I point the finger just to make a point nowadays
Smiles and cold stares, the temperature goes there
Indigenous disposition, feel like we belong here
I know the walls, they can listen, I wish they could talk back
The hurt becomes repetition, the love almost lost that
Sick venom in men and women overcome with pride
A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies
Promises are broken and more resentment come alive
Race barriers make inferior of you and I
See, in a perfect world, I'll choose faith over riches
I'll choose work over bytches, I'll make schools out of prison
I'll take all the religions and put 'em all in one service
Just to tell 'em we ain't shyt, but He's been perfect, world
 
A Pimp Named Slickback

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Nas 2nd verse after the beat switch on WTF SMH


Everybody's so quick to flip or say they with the shyts
They go against someone look just like them
But when the enemy has government powers
They become cowards, they cut the tough guy shyt
When they arrest, when they come cuff your kids
They give us criminal records, because of where we live
And the money is low, and narcotics are thriving
It's evil, we diagnosed with something that's untreatable
Feel powerless so brothers only have beef with you
So you on your murder shyt 'cause that's what you see them do
Well, let me tell you somethin'
Many go on GBG, Get Back Gang, who gon' rest in peace?
In this land, twenty-three million layers
All we have is some givers and some takers
Have some good souls and bad souls
Some humble people, some a$$holes, slow like watchin' the grass grow
The crosswalk lady walkin' with the kids to school
There's a place in heaven for her, as is you
And if you don't believe in that, then slatt
Go where you going, be where you at, no hugs, speakin' or dap
I wish that we could adapt
 
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We make these tips off this gift that we cursed wit
But then my mind drift, am I defeatin' the purpose?
'Cause you feel like shyt when you miss your son's first shyt
But who gon' pay the bills? Supply the meals? No surplus
My baby mama give me drama on the daily
Like she making it barely and my kids is eating rarely (I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out goin' through it I can't do it
If you put puppies in the oven, do that make 'em biscuits?
Put hungry dogs in the kitchen, will they eat the kittens?
Do you hear me, are you listening? It's a big difference
Do you catch the lines or the hooks or are you still fishin'?
These a couple questions that I need to be answered
Like is these Backwoods and weed givin' me cancer (I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out goin' through it I can't do it
My momma say I got a nerve stress
Got her waking up in cold sweats
I'm hard-headed and iron
What make it worse my lil brother behind me
Blood pressure running like Harriet
She can't handle it
I got her screaming Lord Jesus like Mahalia
Son I'm tellin' ya please don't let me bury ya (I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed man, I'm goin' through it
I was taught trust in the Lord but still tie up your camel
Use your tongue as your sword and your books as your ammo
But when them bullets start flying and you got pussies around you
And who you rely on, got them nikkas surround you? shyt
And make me feel like young Tinner, from the start I was finished
How a nikka start wit a finish and begin wit a endin' (I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out, I can't take it no more
I'm moving ass backwards with no forward progress
Feel asthmatic like treadmill keep jogging
Stagnant, running in place is tragic
My heart in the faith I don't practice
I still pray Allah, forgive me for my actions
'Cause I spit gangsta, think Muslim, and act Kaffir (I can't go on this way)
I gotta still feel feed my youngin's, so keep huggin
 
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