Aha Gazelle - Donald Sterling

They say the first step to recovery is admitting that you have a problem, correct?
Well, um, I guess I have a problem
I'm going to let off somebody's ignorance real quick
It's Aha

No matter how you flip it man you know it ain't the same
I wish that I could turn it off but this ain't a game
Michael tried to bleach it but he couldn't wipe the stain
Them shots can't be on accident it ain't that hard to aim
Can't control ourselves that's another baby game
That's a new addition while we standing in the rain
We just trying to get paid we don't care about no fame
Only white privilege that we have is when we [?]
We don't go to work we just chill in front of buildings
Get our refunds then we stunt like we got millions
Ain't even our money but we think we beat the system
Then we out on all these kids then we know these ain't our children
[?] going to jail just to steal a sausage biscuit
Give a bad number that we know ain't got no minutes
Run from the police like we are all about fitness
Came to tell the truth I really care about your feelings
Aha

Everybody trying hard to make it
This game ain't fair it got all my people faking
Everybody know the truth but won't nobody say it
We just want to be loved like we're playing for the Lakers
I wonder why they hate us
I wonder why they hate us

Change the way that I talk so now I sound proper
Change the way that I dress forget the club I think I'm gonna hit the opera Change the way that I eat I want some calamari, shrimp and lobster
Change the way that we dance since she doesn't twerk we did the Lambada
(Hey, hey! They're doing the Lambada!
That's the forbidden dance)
Imma go to college Imma get me a degree
Imma follow all the rules inside and work in industry
Imma work until I go through everything in front of me
And make sure that my skin is not the only color that they see
Imma make all of this money Imma go back to the hood
Imma ball on all my friends and Imma show them living good
Still remember where I'm from know these hittas think I'm stupid
License hidden in the trunk so I hope somebody do it
This is an illusion, a reality
Illustration of the world that really wants to bury me
Do believe in Jesus so it ain't that much to scare me
I'll just be in heaven while I watch my family carry me
Uh

Everybody trying hard to make it
This game ain't fair it got all my people faking
Everybody know the truth but won't nobody say it
We just want to be loved like we're playing for the Lakers
I wonder why they hate us
I wonder why they hate us

Imma go to college Imma get me a degree
Imma follow all the rules inside and work in industry
Imma work until I go through everything in front of me
And make sure that my skin is not the only color that they see

Welch told me chill out with the trap songs
Its Aha