Brockhampton - Fight lyrics

[Ameer Vann:] My male role models drug dealers and thugs My father learned how to solve problems with guns And when I grew up I learned what racism was And what teaching it does And like my teachers would say “Little black boys have a place in the world” Like hanging from trees Or dead in the street like I seen on TV All them boys they k**ed, they looked just like me Not like Brandon or Chandler, but Malik and Kareem I was born with a target, and it stuck to my skin And I learned in social studies I was one of them men Who were locked in the chains, but not locked in the pen But I’m bigger than that, I’m the beginning and end [Dom McLennon:] I’m the sun and the moon I’m the light and the dark I am life in the tomb I’m the pharaoh and slave Gentrifying my spirit It’s like a knife in the womb Refuse to act like a parrot Or to dance like a monkey See your stance is apparent That’s why I’m here for the money Don’t care to cater to Mary I’m fetishizing my spirit I see your culture’s dependent On what you didn’t inherit Won’t let my world be attempted I’m staying distant [Merlyn Wood & Kevin Abstract:] Who gonna be the reason why I get high Who gonna be the reason why I turn over Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust Who gonna be the gunner that get they a** whooped Who gonna be the reason why I get high Who gonna be the reason why I turn over Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust Who gonna be the gunner that get they a** whooped Who gonna be the reason why I get high Who gonna be the reason why I turn over Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust Who gonna be the gunner that get they a** whooped Who gonna be the reason why I get high Who gonna be the reason why I turn over Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust Who gonna be the gunner that get they a** whooped [Kevin Abstract:] Bum, bum, beat ’em, I would never wanna be ’em If I catch ’em slipping they gon’ have to meet the eagle Bum, bum, beat ’em, treat these n***as how I see ’em I don’t need you either, send you right back where I seen ya Bum, bum, beat ’em, I would never wanna be ’em If I catch ’em slipping they gon’ have to meet the eagle Bum, bum, beat ’em, treat these n***as how I see ’em I don’t need you either, send you right back where I seen ya [Ameer Vann:] In the game Running things