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(Hook)
Yeah, we all bleed the same blood
And we beat on the same drum
Itâs not about where you at
Itâs all about where you come from
And Iâmma keep on thugging till the day I die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Verse)
Yeah, call me the kid that came up
Been through too much, canât forget where I came from
Weather I got 100 dollars or 100 mil
Living the Projects of Beverly Hills
Iâm the same old G, money wonât change me
Iâm black, with your poor police gonna still hate me
Iâm in the ghetto community with my other yaâll
Crackers wanna kill me like Zimmerman did Trayvon
âCause Iâm a black ass motherfucker like Akon
And thatâs why I still be moving like Avon
But Stringer told âem we good, we donât need them spazi
Fuck you talking about, nigga? Iâm build them blacksies
Oh, you switching up? Niggas be thinking they white
Oh, they really be thinking they white
Come on, man, for example look at Oprah
Still with us though she was white and she ainât talked over
(Hook)
Yeah, we all bleed the same blood
And we beat on the same drum
Itâs not about where you at
Itâs all about where you come from
And Iâmma keep on thugging till the day I die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Verse)
Told my brother our kids ainât growing up like we did
They not in the hood, one bedroom for three kids, remember that?
Now is three bedrooms for one kid
They husslin bay dog ,dog look at our crib
Made it out the Projects, shit was a miracle
It was rough but we didnât have roaches in our cereal
Thatâs that ghost face shit, know what I mean?
We lived in the Bâs but our crib was clean, we had coffee
My mother died when I was 13
I was thinking about suicide when I was 13
I thought about it, surrounded by killers, hustlers and thieves
Wishing Martin Luther King could see all my negative dreams
I didnât wanna be Bo Jackson or Michael Jordan
I want it to be like niggas I saw banging at 4 in the morning
The gangsters, you know them, old Gâs old has
Grew up, realized them niggas ainât getting no grant, they broke
(Hook)
Yeah, we all bleed the same blood
And we beat on the same drum
Itâs not about where you at
Itâs all about where you come from
And Iâmma keep on thugging till the day I die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah