Vince Staples - Progressive III lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, back and blacker than ever Got sick of waiting for these actors to get it together Still in them gutters, all my brothers is birds of a feather Tried to get this money cause my people done struggled forever Son of my father, gunning for stardom, it's worth a shot They hate me like I'm f**ing their mama, that's why I serve 'em hot Shells they burning, as long as hell is burning I'll murder God If he was trying to f** up my paper, n***a, that's all I got The black and brown been going through a holocaust You see Obama just a house n***a to me They locked the children up in prison and they ditching the key It's empty plates in this estate so shorty sh** where he eat He got a clip, he got a K, he ‘bout to light up the street They catch him slipping, now they trip him knock him right off his feet His mama crying on the news like ''that boy was so smart Wish he never start chilling with them n***as at the park'' Been swimming with the sharks since the kiddy pool Breaking all the written rules Breaking the tradition of that inner-city raising fools A raisin in the sun They let the monkey out the cage, he got a gun He got a book, he got a brain, you better run Was the one that they shun Baptized in the tears of the slaves as a young A penny saved is a penny earned So I'll be stacking up this copper as the city burn Cold chain, n***a [Verse 2] Yeah, just sit and look at where they raised us at Seen black, same crack, so they gave us that Give us hope then take us back To the 1800's with these rap contracts And they wonder why n***as get shot, coke sit in the pot He can't get no job so he hitting the block And if that n***a getting money while them n***as sitting hungry Ten times out of ten bet them n***as gon' plot We just struggle with survival trying to rise to the top When your life is on the line f** what's right and what's not You got a right to the dream, whether it's triple beam or Martin Luther's My chain heavy, is you ready for that revolution?