Ty Dolla $ign, Schoolboy Q, B-Real - BLACKS N MEXICANS lyrics

It's crazy 'cause we all started together
You know, you go next door to Mario house 
(On the real) y'all exchange video games
Know each other on a personal level
Now that these crackers got us
At odds with one another
We done lost sight of the greater good
(On the real)
We just live in peace and harmony
'Cause we all come from God at
The end of the day (Talk to 'em)

LA-lA, LA-lA, ayy
He either Blood or he Crip or ese, ayy
I be out in Compton wearin' Nene, ayy
Then I slide to Bompton, rest in peace Frog
I'm a West side nigga, yeah, the best side
Got some real steppers with me
From the East side
2022, I'm runnin' for the mayor
Big bros told lil' homie, "get your paper"
Momma kicked me out the house
She said I'm disrespectful
My lil' brother went to prison
We was livin' reckless
Sergio was next door, we did our first tattoo
And you ain't Taylor Gang if you
Ain't got it blasted on you, ooh

Welcome to the jungle, in my hand
Holdin' thunder on my block, call my number
Put your ass in the slammer
Runnin' hot like the Cali' summer
When I was younger
The division used to put us under
Now don't you wonder? Feelin' blind
From the one time
See us in, at the county on the gray line
And all I ever had was
Money on my fuckin' mind
Now I'm livin' in the war zone, gettin' mine
You understand?

You gotta get up outta there
We was gonna walk out on them
On they shit, the de Mayo thing so we did

Ayy, eighth grade, I never walked the stage
We had took too many fades
I was fuckin' up my grades
It was Black versus Mexican
Fightin' in the locker room
Walkin' down the block at night, hop out
Pop at you
Always with the extra, never turn down
It was nicks
Dimes and dubs 'til we got the whole pound
Po-po, police, always gettin' profiled
Mack, rest in peace
They did my niggas so foul
Me and JM, realest in the city though
We was out in '54, Mils and GCasso
Pushaz as hell, B, we got the bitty on lock
Can't believe we lost your pops
Always said we'd be on top tried to tell me
"Thug niggas don't live that long"
Tried to tell me
"Thug niggas don't live that long"
They tried to tell me that I'd never make it
Ooh

I got pistols hopin' to fade
What's the play? (Ayy)
Nigga, you gettin' smoked underage
Feelin' godly (Ayy)
This molly my only crime
(Brrt, brrt) , ooh, yeah
Tiffany shades, this a wave
For the fame we change
All we wanna be was gang (Ayy)
Throw the chamber and knock 'em, be hangin'
We on the way
In the mean, deaf crackers, we can't escape
Uh judge give me twenty, hell
In my mother's face, agh
Many men in minivan, hit the gate, uh
Mask, hoodie, 'cause this Crippin'
Ain't got a race, uh
Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith
No fathers and dead homies, another day
(Brrt)