Nef The Pharaoh LOE Gino’s Interlude Lyrics

[LOE Gino:]

Outcomes and situations, I’m built for it

Being steadfast is a skill for it

If you fake, they’ll punch you in your grill for it

Die over money, you can bet there’s no chill for it

Kill for it in the pursuit for what we never had

But having nice shit was really ever bad

It was my mom and my niggas, it was never dad

Lingering clouds over my head that’ll never pass

Live fast, it ain’t a lot of opportunities

Visions of men with the same skin shooting me

Polluting me, diluting our history

No wonder why my niggas stuck up in this misery

No sympathy, no empathy if you switched up

If I’m tucked then I’m tryna get my chips up

No switch ups on my niggas ’cause it’s just us

I be damned if I let this world lynch us

[Nef the Pharaoh:]

Now I lay me down to sleep, my soul will never die

Power to the people, we gon’ always multiply

I got scars on my back from the whip and the slaves got

I picked the cotton for the clothes that I rock

It’s deeper than the music, I am heavily influenced

By my own tribe, I don’t even got ties

Still I rise, Maya Angelou was the antidote

Having nightmares of my family on banana boat

They would’ve tried to swim but you know niggas can’t float

Donald is the president and still I can’t cope

Mama be telling me son I see ghosts

Cops shot another nigga at the liquor store

Will I be another face on the milk carton?

It’s kinda hard for me to tell when I’m a fucking moving target

Hit the panic on the key, I can’t remember where I parked it

When I go out, hope they sell my organs on the black market

[LOE Gino:]

A victim of struggle, I see the beauty in it

Your skin is a burden, they label you a menace

You can put in the work, achieving every limit

In the end they’ll label you another nigga

Too dependent on basketballs and rap books

When that fail look how glamorous the trap look

I hold you down, if you get pissed I got you fat books

I still wonder where we’d be if we had books

Sad looks, these cops crooks an institution

It’s a problem with the youth, I’m seeing no solution

Young niggas in the city taught to act stupid

You think we did it to ourselves then you fucking foolish

Cops shooting and I hope I’m not next up

My niggas walk to the store, they gotta vest up

My niggas out past ten and they check us

Five cars for one nigga when they sweat us

Fed up, but we take it in stride

We gotta learn how to live and not just staying alive

When the income come then we splitting the pie

You not woke then you living a lie, nigga