No Cable

Cathedral to the congregation Congregation, rise and let us pray 'Cause I'm rotatin' with my true playa partner by the name of IDK We tryna figure out, when in doubt Why all this petty shit gotta come our way, you know what I'm sayin'? Put an end to the mothafuckin' hate Let us rise and let us get straight, you know what I'm sayin'? We gotta demonstrate, we gotta congregate And, through this bullshit, man We ain't gon' do none but aim and penetrate Why all my brothers tryna infiltrate my circle? Why all my sisters tryna spin my wheel And chase my cheddar 'round and 'round Like these women turnin' into gerbils? Guess the family mattered less when I was more an Urkel Yeah, but now I'm Stefan'd up And everything I do is everything that they fond of It's funny how I went from paperboy to makin'-that-paper-boy But I'm still tryna throw it at houses My credit was fucked up, but now it's in fair condition I'm tellin' the banks to help a brother, they never listen Like almost every nigga in the world with the chains and the girls Goin' through the same struggle, just from a distance We think they winnin' And speakin' of winnin', the Redskins losin' That's a representation of where I'm from 'Cause when the guns pop We lose a life and that's the real conclusion We watch and change the channel while we make excuses He was just a drug dealer (police described the shooting victim) Record wasn't clean So we see him as a thug nigga (as a known drug dealer) Change the channel He was just a crazy man (students evacuating) He blew up the school (with their hands up) Just to mothafuckin' say he can, change the channel I love this girl, this girl loves me (the newly updated Marriage Rules Act) Even though I'm a girl too (gives same-s*x couples the same rights) She my (as heteros*xual couples), change the channel Aw, fuck it, we all brothers and sisters We all brothers and sisters, we all brothers and (Ooh) Paper is power still (ooh) Paper is power still Paper is power still, paper is power still (Ooh) Paper is power still, paper is power still (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My hittas separate from petty and stupid shit I do unto to them like Zion and Duke and them Why every time I see a white person I question myself Like am I gonna scare 'em 'cause I'm black? But when I put my white voice on and ask him for directions He just gives 'em to me with a dap and a smile See, not everybody racist and shit But we just tryna be prepared for all the hatred we get 'Cause if I make the wrong turn and stop at a gas station Listen, there's a small chance that I could probably be lynched In 2019, and probably still in 2020 And probably twenty years later 'cause this shit ain't gon' leave It's never gon' end, that's why I gotta scribble this pen 'Cause I got a voice and no one in my generation don't ever say shit 'Cause it ain't cool to talk like this But chalk lines tracin' of bodies make me drop my shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My job is this, say truth to make your jawlines drip So if I get flipped, this message is in all my hits He was just a drug dealer, record wasn't clean So we see him as a thug nigga, change the channel He was just a crazy man, he blew up the school Just to mothafuckin' say he can, change the channel I love this girl, this girl loves me Even though I'm a girl too, she my, change the channel Aw, fuck it, we all brothers and sisters We all brothers and sisters, we all brothers --- No Cable - GLC and IDK