Like Us

…Exact Change… Reloaded
Producer: CZA

Verse 1:

It don't matter whether Compton or Hunter's Point

Richmond or Echo Park

Cops can't tell your ass apart so they gon' tear yo' ass apart

Regardless of however much money you can clock

Jay-Z and Barack didn't change my block

It don't change how we seen on TV's mainstream

God forbid your rock a kufi, you must be on that extreme

Side of things, that Islamic garment might get you a brand

"Savage killer" in a jungle verses murder in the sand

While Michelle walking ass launch attacks on a fad

That could cripple little hipsters rocking pink colored rags


Goddamn, peace to all my people in Iran

Black kufi covering they face, Russian in they hand

Toe to toe with nothing mo' than "Don't fuck with our folks"

In the Philippians, Islam is in the very same boat

But that CNN show, brown camo down marines

Passing lollipops out while holding M16's

Trust me

I know what they really think about me

A black president will never change what Americans see



Fuck if they don't like us

They ain't gotta like us

I don't give a, I don't give a

Fuck if they don't like us

It's cool if they don't listen cause

I'm through with the talking just

Know that we don't give a half a fuck if they don't like us


Verse 2:

They throw our women on the auction block

Hoping you'll go out and cop the new shit in the parking lot

What the fuck do thongs and a butt cheek clapping

Gotta do with half the videos relation to the rapping?

See maybe I'm just lucky I don't  hang with those hoes

Every sister that I roll with stay fashionable

Ever sister that I surround myself with don't trick

You might catch 'em at a rally spitting game at a pig


At the end of it all

The oppressor is the target not the victim in a draw

Dangle money like a carrot and the hungry gon' bite

Especially when she been told her beauty is second to the white

Now it's white women collagen and lips, fake tits

Now we overlook a sister cause a white girl thick


That's me scratching my head

I have never, I will never bruh, we'd rather be...


Repeat hook


Verse 3:

I don't make rap music for the sake of making rap

Even when I drop a track on some rapper type yap

I'm still going at the status quo over the slap

I drop a big name rapper like The Game on every track

And the reason is I don't give a fuck about no money

If my wife ain't hungry and my son ain't hungry

While a third of the world still hungry off funny style

Uncle Tom jiggabos, take flicks with your money out

Brag about how you dropped a payment on a house

On just the top grill in your stinking ass mouth

I'll call all of y'all out like the sun going down

At your mama screaming at you like, "Get yo' ass in the house"

There is nothing that can justify the excess of living

While we still flood every last one of their prisons

Educating our children to compete with their children

Can't happen till we tell them they're better than what you tell 'em


Repeat hook


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