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There's still time for us to run away

That it's time for us to run away

is is

Who my lens are?

Waffle Uber.

This is why mine are

Thank you for watching!

Manzing in Kanyez.

Yeah.

Yeah.

We're not talking about you.

We're not talking about you.

Poverty

Jealousy.

Negativity.

Poverty.

Jealousy, negativity.

Go away.

Far away.

Hot gravel or blood dye.

Got high, I'm watching some rhymes.

Wiggle on them if it's one time, they done hung all of my people.

I love all of my people.

I'm in the slums with all of my people.

They try to tell us that we all equal.

We get no justice, so it ain't peaceful.

They can bluff you, they can beat you.

We go to war for this African blood.

We go to war for this African blood.

When I put niggas on, it was all out of love.

You was disloyal, can't call that no love.

Poverty, jealousy, negativity

Tung na da o la Go away

Seasoned challenge.

You know we off the stove with it.

We stove with it.

Niggas know we gon' get it.

Seasoned challenge.

Dodging cops, fuck around and get locked.

You ain't never coming home with it.

Look, my nigga, I came from the sewer.

Don't shit on my past.

You ain't come from manure.

You see reason and you see L.A.

But, bitch, I ain't come from no groin.

Just know all my niggas, we struggle for it.

Have to hustle for it, cry battles for it.

My pops watch his sister get locked for it.

I done seen my niggas get knocked for it.

Give me that.

I carry dilemma like a piggyback.

I carry my city like guilt that ain't got no forgiveness.

No way out, shit, we locked in the system.

Cut your case and they not gonna forgive you.

White skin, you be out before Christmas.

Shit, auntie miss eight of those days.

Tears from it, had to pray those days, had to slave those days.

Should we have to hit up a couple hood giveaways those days?

Thank God for every inch that he gave us.

Thank God for everything because he made us.

Like when that car bent the block, hit the homie, but we made it to where we are and he saved us.

Thinkin' that he coulda died, nigga, we was prayin' to the sky and his mama cry rivers.

Healed up, but tough luck, he tried to get revenge, had to drop bullets, popped and they killed him.

Worst part is it sounds so familiar.

I am T'Challa.

One world, one God, one faith.

Celebration.