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-LYRICS-

[Verse: Polo G]
Well respected in this hip-hop, lil' Polo be spittin' facts
A lot of rappers doin' way more stuntin' than givin' back
You ain't my color, then you don’t know the struggle of livin' black
Cops kill us and we protest, what type of shit is that?
Man, if the police shoot at one of my brothers, I'm blickin' back
We hate each other, so we just wanna score and go tit-for-tat
All these shorties want is points, they ain't chasin' a different stat
Really riskin' it all, what’s the point when that nigga rat?
We seventeen, got forty years in that court when we gettin' cracked
Stuck in the system, they just watchin' us fail while they sittin' back
The government cuttin' checks, but can't cut a nigga some slack
It's hard to get a job, so we hustle and flip a pack
It's all a set-up, no wonder why they call this bitch a trap
Life was messed up, a matter of time 'til that nigga snap
Post-traumatic stress, so them triggers keep gettin' tapped
R.I.P. Malcolm, I promise to conquer and fill them gaps
Them corners leave a nigga boxed in, tryna break free
Crazy how I love the same block that tried to break me
Pray that I ain't in my own hood when they take me
This all we know, a life of peace what we can't see
I'm from where we unheard and we can't speak
We go to school, they try to tell us what we can't be
Profit with a billion-dollar mind like I'm JAY-Z
They killed Martin for dreamin' and now I can't sleep
Why would the devil take my brother if he close to me?
Now if you scared, take my soul, you see my bros in me
We missin' you, man, this ain't how this shit supposed to be
Feel like I'm stuck, I wish them streets never proposed to me
Out there posted in the field with them soldiers deep
So now the other side wanna put a hole in me
Like every day might be the end of the road for me
We die young, so I couldn't picture a older me
Fightin' demons, let them drugs take control of me
All in my head, go and kill what they told to me
'Member we ain't have a thing, same clothes for weeks
Hardbody, that's how them situations molded me
Needed money and grew accustomed to this fast life
Pressure from this way of livin', so we blast pipes
Shit got me stressin' three hundred and sixty-five nights
Them people workin' against us like we don't have rights
It don't matter what this money and this fame can give
I've been hurtin', tryna smile through the pain and tears
Wish we could go back to them days when we played as kids
A lot of shit changed, that's just the way it is

[Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
That's just (That's just the way it is)
Some things'll never (Some things'll never change)
Oh, oh, that's just the way it is (Way it is)
The way it is (Ooh)
That's just (That's just the way it is)
Some things'll never (Some things'll never change, no-no-no-no-no)
Yeah, that's just the way it is (Way it is)
The way it is (Yeah)

[Outro: BJ The Chicago Kid & Leia]
Never, never (Ayy)
Some things will never change (Some things'll never change)
Never, never (No, that's just the way it is)
Some things'll never change
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
You finally made it, big brother
You're the G.O.A.T.

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