Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ Kendrick Lamar Album: Blank Face LP Song: Black THougHts Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Trayvon Ray Cail] Our experience to where we have parents in our lives that was showin' us everythin' Like didn't nobody walk us, by our hand and show us how you do this and don't do that It wasn't like that comin' up in our mu'fuckin' community where we grew up at We grew up off of, what, cigarillos Actin' like a, uh uh uh, a worldwide blade A real strength, a real, real hope scope I mean, ya know, like You got a momma tellin' you somethin' A deli, 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 he-ron Your momma on the county, ya know Your mom can't afford to take care of ten kids I mean, you know what I mean? It was like… [ScHoolboy Q] Yeah… Smokin' the gas on the regular man Ya know what I mean? Word Sippin' on Hen, that's the regular Ya know what I mean? Word, uhh Pissy sofas, sharin' food with roaches… uhh On gangsta Crip, my poppa was a bitch Left me where hope just don't exist And every neighbor got a fence With, bars on windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent Throwin' dices, GT Dyno groovin' Where you hang, we shootin', you slip, you stiffin' Creative Crippin', uhh Hang on, uhh, bitches stoppin' traffic This that type of shit that, make the MAC a classic Reason I'm pussy magnet, she learned to carry package Been the best at rappin', uhh 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 Maaaaaan [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] The joke's on you mu’fucka The loc is on you mu’fucka; I warned ya, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma [ScHoolboy Q] Yup yup, uhh 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 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 lead you right, but I'm gon' freedom write Mm, 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 - maaaaaan... [Chorus]