DeAngelo Xavier - Menace II Society Lyrics

I put it on my mama y’all can’t touch us, uh
We the untouchables frozen like the Uncrustables, nigga
Trying to get paid and live like the Huxtables, huh
I act different round my niggas and you know that
Not a problem child for my family I give you no slack
Graduated with honors I studied, perfect attendance 
Far from a menace, society try to pin us, against us 
We all sinners, no genus but records written 
Enthused by some money the feeling my pockets pinching
The greedy won’t feed the needy, they holding signs for attention
Hand these niggas jobs they won’t take it, bitch
The fuck I look like giving if they won’t get one, shit
Cause It’s obvious the end game is to make change
But how these people making change if we’re in a cage
But these bars and these guards won’t get in my way
I’m given scars but these odds won’t change my fate, for real
They giving deals that they’ll die for
They selling dreams that we believe is worth a fight for
My inner me has given me the faith to pave my way
No parking space but interstates help your drive go away, nigga
Uhm, isn’t true
The weak is always blind from seeing darkness in you
The Light will set you free, the vision inside of you
We seeing a different route
We running an audible, bitch
Know your role and stay humble, everyday is a test
And the harder it gets we fade away from contest
The stress that we hold resides in a bottomless pit
The way to control it, to take a nigga chain I admit
We petty thieves when it’s easy to get
We pit pocket cause your wallet too easy to grip, we counterfeit
We moving in silence, keeping it quiet, ain’t saying shit
And due to the violence niggas required to handle it
We burning the tires niggas speed off, no evidence
Not leaving a trail mix of emotions of jail
And it’s bail for the fortunate
Knowing that it’s hard to stay from coroners
We ain’t seen that side like a foreigner
And niggas getting high like it’s easy to breath
But to me from the smoke I think it’s harder to see
The perception of my life seems evil to me
You don’t care to see the struggle in the mist of bees
Every hour getting stung from the whitest of sleeves
They throw us in the slums just to fucking test our beliefs
Handling hard labor burning skin from our knees
No relief from the rock, The Concrete where we sleep, nigga
Isn’t true
The weak is always blind from seeing darkness in you
The Light will set you free, the vision inside of you
We seeing a different route
We running an audible, fuck

I put it on my mama y’all can’t touch us, uh
We the untouchables frozen like the Uncrustables, nigga
Trying to get paid and live like the Huxtables, huh
I act different round my niggas and you know that
Not a problem child for my family I give you no slack
Graduated with honors I studied, perfect attendance 
Far from a menace, society try to pin us, against us 
We all sinners, no genus but records written 
Enthused by some money the feeling my pockets pinching
The greedy won’t feed the needy, they holding signs for attention
Hand these niggas jobs they won’t take it, bitch
The fuck I look like giving if they won’t get one, shit
Cause It’s obvious the end game is to make change
But how these people making change if we’re in a cage
But these bars and these guards won’t get in my way
I’m given scars but these odds won’t change my fate, for real
They giving deals that they’ll die for
They selling dreams that we believe is worth a fight for
My inner me has given me the faith to pave my way
No parking space but interstates help your drive go away, nigga
Uhm, isn’t true
The weak is always blind from seeing darkness in you
The Light will set you free, the vision inside of you
We seeing a different route
We running an audible, bitch
Know your role and stay humble, everyday is a test
And the harder it gets we fade away from contest
The stress that we hold resides in a bottomless pit
The way to control it, to take a nigga chain I admit
We petty thieves when it’s easy to get
We pit pocket cause your wallet too easy to grip, we counterfeit
We moving in silence, keeping it quiet, ain’t saying shit
And due to the violence niggas required to handle it
We burning the tires niggas speed off, no evidence
Not leaving a trail mix of emotions of jail
And it’s bail for the fortunate
Knowing that it’s hard to stay from coroners
We ain’t seen that side like a foreigner
And niggas getting high like it’s easy to breath
But to me from the smoke I think it’s harder to see
The perception of my life seems evil to me
You don’t care to see the struggle in the mist of bees
Every hour getting stung from the whitest of sleeves
They throw us in the slums just to fucking test our beliefs
Handling hard labor burning skin from our knees
No relief from the rock, The Concrete where we sleep, nigga
Isn’t true
The weak is always blind from seeing darkness in you
The Light will set you free, the vision inside of you
We seeing a different route
We running an audible, fuck