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• 1 media/Front.jpg 2017-06-10T12:44:09-07:00 Institutionalized 13 featuring Bilal, Anna Wise, and Snoop Dogg plain 2017-06-25T17:17:30-07:00 What's money got to do with it
  ​When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
  I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
  Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit
  Hol' up
  Get it back
  I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
  Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what?
  
  [Anna Wise:]
  If I was the president
  I'd pay my mama's rent
  Free my homies and them
  Bulletproof my Chevy doors
  Lay in the White House and get high, Lord
  Who ever thought?
  Master take the chains off me
  
  Life can be like a box of chocolate
  Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
  Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
  Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive
  I can just alleviate the rap industry politics
  Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
  The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious
  Me scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges
  Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
  A dream's only a dream if work don't follow it
  Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this
  I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
  K Dizzle would do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
  Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
  But somethin' came over you once I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards
  You lookin' at artists like the harvests
  So many Rollies around you and you want all of them
  Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
  I should've listened what my grandmama said to me
  
  [Hook - Bilal:]
  Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
  Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass
  Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
  Oh now, slow down
  
  [Snoop Dogg:]
  And once upon a time in a city so divine
  Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
  He was 5 foot something, God bless the kid
  Took his homie to the show and this is what they said
  
  What I'm s'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
  The constant talk 'bout matchin', money and foreign whips
  The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor
  Gold bottles, gold models, sniffin' up the ass for
  Instagram flicks, suck a dick, fuck is this?
  One more suck away from wavin' flashy wrist
  My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it
  It's the recession, then why the fuck he in King of Diamonds?
  No more livin' poor, meet my .44
  When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
  Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
  But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
  Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay
  But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA
  Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
  Well that's me at these awards
  I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
  She said...
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Snoop Dogg:]
  And once upon a time in a city so divine
  Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
  He was 5 foot something, dazed and confused
  Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
  You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie
  Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
  Hollywood's nervous
  Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service