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I'm gonna fight for the prestige, Not for me, But to uplift my little brothers who are sleeping On concrete floors today in America. Black people who are living on welfare, Black people who can't eat, black people who don't Know no knowledge of themselves, black people who Don't have no future. I wanna win my title and walk down the Alleys A hard time if your motion is still. Let me move some things around because the lyrics Is ill. Abstract, you know my sticky D in here. Niggas get on and swear it's they fucking year. But yo, your girl just moved. Took the joint in the club in the car For crew. Bruh, look, the movement is on. Madmen and mommies in Victoria thongs. I get my rhyme on gus, guaranteed to make It right if your night is a bust. You vibrant, you fresh, you know. Original to say the least and you impress, Come on. Rappers then explore, finding it very hard to make It over the wall. Hey, get your weight up, My motto, you heard? And I grown a death fear to felonious words, Uh. So girls moving around. If you see your main dog, get your brother A pound and just, uh. Breathe and stop, for real, and give it what You got and just, uh