Mind-trap Lyrics - Audio Push

How it feel to be a black man 

With your fists in the air tryna fight for your rights 

How it feel to be a nigga 

With your finger on the trigger, put a price on his life 

How it feel to be a broke boy 

Ain't a thing in the bank and a stain on his Nikes 

And how it feel to be richer 

When every motherfucker tryna get a dime, open up your mind 

Fuckin' raw like a lover 

Shootin' out the car like a buster 

Same old G like my father and my mother 

Sherm sticks burn like perms, shit 

She used to swoop me in her Granny bucket 

We was fuckin', she was busting 

Asking why I'm busting? 

Niggas thugging "why you never go to class or nothin?" 

I ain't need it, why your daddy acting like you tweakin' 

Cause he feenin', why you asking all these fuckin' questions? 

Lie impressions during adolescence 

In the pen, crip and blood just a point of reference 

But I'm still saying cuh like we killing something 

Dreamed of killing something then I did it, can't forget it 

Calling women bitches got me treating mama different 

Intermissions, rhyming in my mama's kitchen 

I'm ain't trippin, hell is waiting, let the karma kick in 

But I'm just tryna kick it, baby slow it down 

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How it feel to be a black man 

With your fists in the air tryna fight for your rights 

How it feel to be a nigga 

With your finger on the trigger, put a price on his life 

How it feel to be a broke boy 

Ain't a thing in the bank and a stain on his Nikes 

And how it feel to be richer 

When every motherfucker tryna get a dime, open up your mind 

Niggas slow down, you movin' too fast 

Just might crash, might burn 

Open up your mind, take your time 

Baby better wait your turn 

Photos 

It go follow, the pretty girls follow 

Them down home women and them city girls follow 

That old lady thinkin', stealin' so she gon' follow 

Photoshop it till they double-tap it, they gon' follow 

Yeah that's all they're looking for 

"Scroll up, can she roll up? Yeah", good to go 

Hardly got it flowtin' but you're lookin' though 

That's how it is, get it how you live 

Gotta change it but nothing changes 

Until you plan it and rearrange it 

They call us niggers 

What if I say I don't take offence to it 

What if I told you I don't cringe to it 

What if I looked whoever said it in his face and said 

Your kids love my shit iPod's proof 

I'm that nigga, check your kids music 

Life lessons 

I humble up and every time I stumble up 

I'm just that lyin', that ain't cryin', while I bust the jungle up 

Kelly taught me that some friends are only temporary 

And belly told me that my little sister's looking at me 

I tell you how it feel 

How it feel to be a black man 

With your fists in the air tryna fight for your rights 

How it feel to be a nigga 

With your finger on the trigger, put a price on his life 

How it feel to be a broke boy 

Ain't a thing in the bank and a stain on his Nikes 

And how it feel to be richer 

When every motherfucker tryna get a dime, open up your mind 

Open up your mind 

We from the west side, we born to ride 

They set us up for demise, it's time to rise 

Am I a black king cause I'm full of pride? 

Or am I nigga cause I like my chicken fried 

My girl would think [?] ride 

Hide me while I'm getting high 

My cousin died, that left me sick inside 

'96, barely six banging "Hypnotize" 

Singing "Biggie, Biggie", damn I miss my cousin Sid 

Say that every time I rap, never gon' get tired of that 

Counting racks with my pack 

That's where you can find me at 

In the cut cause it's too many niggas switchin' up 

When you up they love you 

But when you down they don't give a fuck 

I tell you what, you think you turnt cause you got put on 

But what is you doin' to put your hood on? 

Was the young nigga with the hood on 

Hands in my pockets clenching until I realized we was all dying for nothin' 

So let me ask you somethin' 

How it feel to be a black man 

With your fists in the air tryna fight for your rights 

How it feel to be a nigga 

With your finger on the trigger, put a price on his life 

How it feel to be a broke boy 

Ain't a thing in the bank and a stain on his Nikes 

And how it feel to be richer 

When every motherfucker tryna get a dime, open up your mind 

Niggas slow down, you movin' too fast 

Just might crash, might burn 

Open up your mind, take your time 

Baby better wait your turn 

Niggas slow down, you movin' too fast 

Just might crash, might burn 

Open up your mind, take your time 

Baby better wait your turn 

I got my hoodie on like Trayvon 

They lettin' people get away with them hate crimes 

Police shot em, how was there no witness? It was day time 

Way this shit goin' it's like racism still alive 

Come as you are and represent with your life on 

Young black kings just shining with our ice on 

On stage telling you life stories, keep the lights on 

Y'all been eating but my people, we would like some 

The youth need hope, the inspiration, they could use it now 

I bump your music when in doubt or when I'm feeling down 

A lot on my mind, I still try to use a smile 

Just some young hot boys, they treat us like some juveniles