King

All of us is taught to kill, taught to thrill, taught to spill

All the shit that be hard to see and these motherfuckers got us for larceny

Then gave the name to us like we ought to be, depart from thee, the family tree

Then we hate the rap, hate the facts, hate the movement, hate the power

This shit gonna hold us back, they set us back, they get us mad, they get us whacked

They hate the dads that left them without the tracks

You're left with guns, you're left with mags, you're left with tools

That they don't even know how to fucking use

You pour the booze and light the weed

You feel the breeze, you plant your seed, it's a constant loop

So tell me what you plan to do, tell me what you plan to do

Tell me what you plan to do king, tell me what you plan to do