They They ask why niggas starving, I tell 'em open your eyes, Redlining mapped out our block so the property dies. Built the fence round the hood, keeping us out the bank, Then point fingers at the cash we ain't saved. White Jesus on the wall, and in the building, praying for a crumb of hope, not inderstanding the feeling of being broke and other then makes children feel like the me and jesus unevenly yoked and aint brothermen While they selling us the rock, taught us how to cooke the dope, they selling us the rope, also, these arent tropes or stereotypes, hair That’s why you niggas begging, that’s why the pantry is bare, 'Cause the system setup is rigged and it ain't even fair. I’m here to flip the script, strict timing is the future, im not here to shoot ya, though its possible Stop worshiping the master that you used to dont be hostile with your pistol alook in the mirror, drink water, meditate, mind your business, I take the stash from the top, I put it back in the crib, the kids it serves as Feeding the hungry babies, helping 'em taste a real rib maybe. own the land that we stand on, thats like an and one get a bag put it away for your grandson strict timing can even make sure hes handsome thats excellent sk why niggas starvingIt’s systemic, a setup, planned out and it’s ugly, it’s etched in the concrete, Keeping our pockets thin, giving you a gun and making you angry, keeping niggas on the street and in the concrete bed noone made. , I two white parents never created a black soul but you and your whiz can create an albino the system like i know, ill create a whino tell You asking me for a h'and, I give you the power to hold, We breaking these chains, we giving souls back those that ask questions of how and why lack the knack of of self awareness yall i lead my people like Im in the paint with an erection playing ball (pause) not to be em explicit but strict timing gets his point across every hoods boss [Hook] [Woman singing +5 semitones] They ask why niggas starvingopen , I tell 'em open your eyes, Redlining mapped out our block so the property dies. Built the fence round the hood, keeping us out the bank, Then point fingers at the cash we ain't saved.your eyes,
