BLACKS N MEXICANS (from "Gully" soundtrack)

It's crazy 'cause we all started together
You know, you go next door to Mario house (On the real)
Y'all exchange video games, know each other on a personal level
Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another
We done lost sight of the greater good (On the real)
We just live in peace and harmony
'Cause we all come from God at the end of the day (Talk to 'em)

L.A.-L.A., L.A.-L.A., ayy
He either Blood or he Crip or ese, ayy
I be out in Compton wearing [?], ayy
Then I slide to Bompton, rest in peace [?]
I'm a West side nigga, get it, best side
Got some real steppers with me from the East side
2022, I'm running for the mayor
Get it posted, lil' homie, get your paper
Momma kicked me out the house, she said I'm disrespectful
My lil' brother went to prison, we was living reckless
Sergio was next door, we did our first tattoo
And you interrogate if you ain't got it blasted on you, ooh

Welcome to the jungle, in my hand, holding thunder
On my block, call my number, put your ass in the slammer
Running hot like the Cali' summer
When I was younger, the division used to put us under
Now don't you wonder? Feeling blind from the one time
See us in, at the county on the gray line
And all I ever had was money on my fucking mind
Now I'm living in the war zone, getting mine
You understand?

You gotta get up outta there
We was gonna walk out on them
On they shit, the de Mayo thing
So we did

Ayy, eighth grade, I never want to stay
We done took too many fades, tables fucking up grades
It was Black versus Mexican, fighting in the locker room
Walking down the block at night, hop out, pop at you
Always with the extra, never turn down
It was mixed dimes and dubs 'til we got the whole pound
Po-po, police, always getting profiled
Black, rest in peace, they did my niggas so foul
Me and J, them, twenties took the fifties off
We was out in '54, meals in [?]
Push as hell, B, we got the bitty on lock
Can't believe we lost your pops, always said we'd be on top
Tried tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long"
Tried tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long"
They tried to tell me that I'd never make it, ooh

I got pistols hoping to fade, what's the play? (Ayy)
Nigga, you getting smoked underage, feeling godly (Ayy)
This molly my only crime (Brrt, brrt), ooh, yeah
Tiffany shades, this a wave
For the fame we change, all we wanna be was gang (Ayy)
Throw the charger or knock 'em, be hanging, we on the way
In the mean, deaf crackers, we can't escape, uh
Judge give me twenty, hell in my mother's face, agh
Many men in minivan, hit the gate, uh
Mask, hoodie, 'cause this Cripping ain't got a race, uh
Lord willing until we running out of faith
No fathers and dead homies, another day (Brrt)