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Escobar season begins Ay yo we ain't posin' for no pictures in 2018 Candid shit only Scared mother****ers Black Kemet gods, (yeah) black Egyptian gods (let's go) Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard Homie go hard like stole and rob it in a stolen car Shoot the ballot box, no voter cards, they all are frauds Senegal's finest, minerals, diamonds The earth is cursed but I survive many climates Calm and thoroughly, they try to Hyman Roth me John Fitzgerald me, The industry never bought me (You know God sent me here) Fear will make you reveal who you really are Feel me God? Be solid, your foes hold you in ill regard This ain't knowledge, this is not intense For honored men, women too Us who can see the same thing but have a different view(let's go) All of a sudden, frontin' niggas knew you from your pas Got all kinds of guys sayin' we go way back And who y'all comparing me to is nonsense Show gratitude in the presence of dominance I think they scared of us, yeah I think they scared of us I think they scared of us, yeah I think they scared (To Catholics) To Catholics, Moors and Masons (Mother****ers) John Hanson was not the first black pres to make it Abe Lincoln did not free the enslaved Progress was made 'Cause we forced the proclamation(**** your proclamation SWAT was created to stop the Panthers Glocks were created for murder enhancement For hunting men, circumstances Edgar Hoover was black Willie Lynch was a myth, Colombians created crack The government made stacks Welcome to America, mother****er Reagan had Alzheimer's, that's true Fox News was started by a black dude, also true **** you to Convinced my experiences were meant to be Helps me navigate as they validate they treachery Felt established, fake as he smile, handshake questionable "Am I good?" he ask, thinkin', "But is he testin' you?"(is he testin' you) In my hood, fear does a few things Make you b***h, make you a snitch Make irrational moves or even turn you to food I think they're scared of us, yeah I think they're scared of us I think they're scared of us, yeah I think they scared I think they scared of us, yeah I think they scared of us(See, we don't care what you think about us) I think they scared of us, yeah(What you say about us) I think they scared(You b***h ass, yeah yeah yeah yeah Ay yo, that's why they be killing us and shooting us That's why they feel uncomfortable around us 'Cause of our greatness You're lucky God made us compassionate You're forgiven Pssh, man, they scared of us Nas We see that b***h in your eyes
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