UTOPIA lyrics

[Producer Tag]
LXST CXNTURY

[Intro: Furious Styles & Young Tre]
Don't say that, don't say that
Just would've contributin' to kill another brother
We got a call of a burglary here?
Yeah, that was about an hour ago
Woah, we didn't ask you that
Yeah, well, I told you

[Verse 1: Lady B]
A bunch of sh*t at campus mean a bunch of b*tches at the club
Every week, there go that freak, clockin' on them sucker jobs
In my neighborhood lil' kids thinkin' they some bangers
Smokin' on some skunk, with twenty-four outta medical [?]
Why? Well, they see their big brothers choppin' keys, fool
Now they tryna sell some buster 'bout some brand-new tennis shoes
Strugglin' 'cause they mama got the mothеrf*ckin' lights off
The bill on the table fat as f*ck, and it kinda shows
Rollin' in a Cadillac, livin' in a duplеx
Ain't no food up in the box, bones on they f*ckin' neck
Better yet, the crackhouse on the front porch where the junkies hang
Blowin' much 'cane, destroyed their f*ckin' brain

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Hollywood n*ggas don't give a f*ck about the folks
n*ggas in the fields don't need a what's up to my n*gga Lil-Yo?
Stayin' strapped, hangin' out, 5-0 n*ggas; suck my di*k
Slangin' out my dopehouse, gotta keep my pockets fat
Knock, knock, who the f*ck is it? I grip my .44
They didn't even say sh*t, they just wanna kick down my door
Soon as I unload the clip that explode the
Trick, oh my God, sh*t, undercover police
Brains on the campus, I'm thinkin' like Limburg Sanders
Lock the door, [?], back up on the intercom
Tryna get me somethin' to come out, f*ck that sh*t, they shot to dust
Now I gotta go to war with some f*ckin' crooked cops