BLACKS N MEXICANS

Its crazy cause we all started together
You know, you go next door to Mario house (On the real)
Yall 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)

L.A.-L.A., L.A.-L.A., ayy
He either Blood or he Crip or ese, ayy
I be out in Compton wearin [?], ayy
Then I slide to Bompton , rest in peace [?]
Im a West side nigga, get it, best side
Got some real steppers with me from the East side
2022, Im runnin for the mayor
Get it posted , lil homie, get your paper
Momma kicked me out the house, she said Im disrespectful
My lil brother went to prison, we was livin reckless
Sergio was next door, we did our first tattoo
And you interrogate if you aint 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 dont 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 ****in mind
Now Im 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 Mayothing
So we did

Ayy, eighth grade, I never want to stay
We done took too many fades, tables ****in up 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 mixed dimes and dubs til we got the whole pound
Po-po, police, always gettin profiled
Black, rest in peace, they did my niggas so foul
Me and J, them, twenties took the fifties off
We was out in 54, meals in [ ?]
Push as hell, B, we got the bitty on lock
Cant believe we lost your pops, always said wed be on top
Tried tell me, 'Thug niggas dont live that long'
Tried tell me, 'Thug niggas dont live that long'
They tried to tell me that Id never make it, ooh

I got pistols hopin to fade, whats 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 charger or knock em, be hangin, we on the way
In the mean, deaf crackers, we cant escape, uh
Judge give me twenty, hell in my mothers face, agh
Many men in minivan, hit the gate, uh
Mask, hoodie, cause this Crippin aint got a race, uh
Lord willin until we runnin out of faith
No fathers and dead homies, another day (Brrt)