Institutionalized Lyrics - Bilal

What money got to do with it 

When I don't know the full definition of a rap image? 

I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it 

Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit 

Hol' up 

Get it back 

I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it 

Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what? 

If I was the president 

I'd pay my mama's rent 

Free my homies and them 

Bulletproof my Chevy doors 

Lay in the White House and get high, Lord 

Who ever thought? 

Master take the chains off me 

Life can be like a box of chocolate 

Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious 

Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it 

Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive 

I can just alleviate the rap industry politics 

Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant 

The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious 

Me scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges 

Be all you can be, true, but the problem is 

A dream's only a dream if work don't follow it 

Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this 

I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal 

K Dizzle would do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god 

Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged 

But somethin' came over you once I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards 

You lookin' at artists like the harvests 

So many Rollies around you and you want all of them 

Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry 

I should've listened what my grandmama said to me 

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga 

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass 

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga 

Oh now, slow down 

And once upon a time in a city so divine 

Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga 

He was 5 foot something, God bless the kid 

Took his homie to the show and this is what they said 

Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks? 

The convicts talk 'bout matchin', money and foreign whips 

The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor 

Gold bottles, gold models, sniffin' up the ass for 

Instagram flicks, suck a dick, fuck is this? 

One more suck away from wavin' flashy wrist 

My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it 

It's the recession, then why the fuck he in King of Diamonds? 

No more livin' poor, meet my .44 

When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor 

Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers 

But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey 

Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay 

But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA 

Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor? 

Well that's me at these awards 

I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy 

She said 

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga 

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass 

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga 

Oh now, slow down 

And once upon a time in a city so divine 

Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga 

He was 5 foot something, dazed and confused 

Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse 

You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie 

Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey 

Hollywood's nervous 

Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service