Schoolboy Q - Black THougHts lyrics

Our circumstance to where we had parents in
Our lives that was showing us everything
Like didn't nobody walk us and
By our hand and show
Us like you do this and don't do that
It wasn't like that coming up in our
Motherfuckin' community where we grew up at
We grew up off of, what? Figueroa
Nigga, like a, a, a, a worldwide blade
A real strip (yeah) a real, real ho store
I mean, you know like
You got a mama tellin' you
Somethin' and a daddy
A daddy tellin' you somethin'
And at the same time, you got
Your daddy, he, he, he, he around the corner
Gettin' high off the heroin
Your mama on the county
You know what I mean? Like
Supportin', wanna take care of ten kids
I mean, you know, man, it's like
Smokin' the gas on the regular, man
You know what I mean? Word
Sippin' on Henn', nothin' but regular
You know what I mean? Word, uh

Pissy sofas, sharin' food with roaches, uh
On gangster Crip, my papa was a bitch
Left me where hope just don't exist
And every neighbor got a fence
With bars on windows
My moms slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT Dyno groovin'
Where you hang, we shootin'
You slip, you stiffen creative Crippin', uh
Nigga, uh bitches stop in traffic
This that type of shit that
Make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm pussy magnet
She learned to carry package
I been the best at rappin', uh
I'm hot as 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, motherfucker
The loc is on you, motherfucker
I warned you, it's karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, 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
Shit, we even changed our names
Tiny somethin', Lil Shane, while we bang
But yo, y'all ain't hearin' me
My homie facin' life
He told me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in that dark
Your mind, it grays 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 lead you right
But I'm gon' freedom write, hmm
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, man, no buts or ifs
It took a Blood to get me Pringle chips
You can learn to fly or take the ladder
Real nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides
Man

The joke's on you, motherfucker
The loc is on you, motherfucker
I warned you, it's karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma