Black Thoughts (pt. 3) Lyrics - Schoolboy Q

Our experience to where we have parents in our lives that were showing us everything, like didn't nobody walk us, our hand and show love like you do this and don't do that. It wasn't like that coming up in our mothafuckin' community. We grew up off of cigarillos... we grew up off of second row, acting like them. A worldwide blade, a real strength.... 

Yeah that's on the regular 

Smokin' the gas on the regular, man 

Word 

Sippin' on Hen, that's the regular 

Pissy sofas, sharin' food with roaches 

I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a bitch 

Left me where hopeless don't exist 

And every neighbor got a fence 

With bars and windows, my mom slavin' for the rent 

Throwin' dices, GT dyno pool 

Where you hang we shootin' 

You slip, we stiffin' 

Creative Crippin' 

Bitches stoppin' traffic 

This the type of shit that make the MAC a classic 

Reason I'm a pussy 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, he born in '93 though 

He tryna fool the people 

Maaaaaan 

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The joke's on you, mothafucka 

The loc is on you, mothafucka 

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 

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 nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides 

Man 

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The joke's on you, mothafucka 

The loc is on you, mothafucka 

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