Dos Sinatra - The Radical System (feat. L-Storm)

Yeah, yeah, damn, we just fightin' man, war
You know, you see shit but we never say shit
You know that, right?
The system
Look, I am not black, people starin' at me like I'm
Bein' attacked, every time you wanna fight, they
Pushin' you back, and every time they wanna leave, They pullin' you back
The system, food stamps ain't givin' enough
Still hustlin', try to get food in our guts
Smile now, cry later, it's never enough
Graduated, cap and gown, it's never enough
Minority, cop, abusing authority
Fightin' for our life, how the fuck we gon' see
Kids gotta eat, heart is on my sleeve
Young didn't believe, now my soul gotta bleed
The system, it's made by the people, three class
Breakin' the wealth, not equal, goin' G
We bein' thugs or see-through, fast food killin'
Liquor or killin', body shuttin' down
Who gon' really start healin' you
The world gotta realize this before the fans do, sick
Burning the bread is on fanduel, I get it?
Ya'll, niggas ain't listenin', uh
Look, poverty, what, better yet, longevity
Better be for all y'all niggas
Eyeing celebrities
What, can't feed yourself
How you burn too many bridges
Now you need some help
Steady smokin' on a block
But you need some shelf
How you screamin' at your girl, man
You ain't yourself
Overtime, on a job, now you losin' your health
I get it, uh, more bread, more problems
Without you bein' good, can't solve em'
Look, it's bigger than us, it's all nonsense, man
It's bigger than us, it's all

See, I was born with the drive, hustlin' my DNA
Vibin' too wild, so fuck you niggas that be in my way
Diamond in the rough, goin' for what he believin'
Tryna count me out, nah, nigga, I ain't leavin', dream
Big, keep the circle small, step up if you gonna ball
Ten toes with this shit, like Jenga, day or four
Military-minded like Machiavelli, had a New Year's Resolution like
Tommy from Belly, always gotta back
A plan, stayin' cool like a fan, we keep it on the
Humble, it's not for you to understand, it's a
Cookout, cause niggas be grillin', see, I was at the Bottom
Too, now I'm at the ceiling, you know we cuttin' ties In check
Ferretine be the best, showin' love from
The east all the way to the west, only up from here
Paradise top tier, whole team hittin' home runs
Barry Barnes, Winnie Swango walkin' Oracle
Bring it, dumb niggas, the forecast, stabbin' the good
Ones in the back just for more cash, I'm sayin', do Better, nigga

Written by:
Donell Moss, Lanell Baxter III

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