Schoolboy Q - Black THougHts (Pt. 3) lyrics

Pissy sofas, sharin' food with roaches, uh I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a b**h Left me where hopeless don't exist And every neighbor got a fence With bars and windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent Throwin' dices, GT dyno pool Where you hang, we shootin' You slip, we stiffin' Creative Crippin', uh b**hes stoppin' traffic This the type of sh** that make the MAC a cla**ic Reason I'm a p**y magnet She learned to carry package Been the best at rappin', uh Am I this Vegas? Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get this paper But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93 though He tryna fool the people Man The joke's on you, mothaf**a The loc is on you, mothaf**a I warned you, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Ain't nothin' changed but the change Let's put our brains away from gangs Crips and Bloods the old and new slaves sh** we even changed our names Trying something, new shame while we bang But yo, y'all ain't hearin' me My homie facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy But you keep your eyes in that dark Your mind, it greys your heart I wrote these rhymes days apart Most of us caught before we can expand our thoughts How your grandmother see your corpse? How your big homie make your life a book? Left you for dead cause he ain't need you, right But I'm gon' fade him, right Let's put the rags down and raise our kids Let's put the guns down and blaze a spliff Let's do it now, ain't no buts or ifs It took a Blood to get me Pringle chips You can learn to fly or take the ladder Real n***a sh**, all lives matter, both sides Man The joke's on you, mothaf**a The loc is on you, mothaf**a I warned you, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma