Nothing to Something (feat. Propaganda & Aaron Cole)

She knows
 We ain't never had nothing (whoa)
 We ain't never had nothing (whoa)
 Tryna' turn it into something
 We ain't never had nothing
 But we try and turn this love into something, yeah, yeah
 Into something yeah yeah, into something
 Into into something yeah, yeah
 We ain't never had nothing
 But we try and turn this love into something, yeah, yeah
 Oh don't you judge me
 Please don't you judge me
 You supposed to learn me
 You looking down like you standing above me
 But I'm so used to that yeah
 America acting like they send us they don't play their part
 They just play me though
 Land of the free was built for free offering it back
 They just take it from us
 This life is a typical culture till now I left
 Beat us and broke us with noose around our neck
 Sold our families and raped our mothers with no respect
 And told us if we learned to read it would be certain death
 And that's the hand that we was dealt played it for Jim Crow
 White hoods and shotguns intimidate our vote
 But still we persisted tried to believe
 Even if assassins kill our kings with dreams
 And I ain't asking for no sympathy
 But the difference in our history often affects who we intend to be
 And don't you dare talk about a broken home
 Cause for 250 years all our families was buzzed whole
 Still trying to put it together I feel like it's taking forever
 It ain't for a lack of trying we trying to do better
 Gotta rise above it
 Trying to turn this nothing into something
 We ain't never had nothing (whoa)
 We ain't never had nothing (whoa)
 Trying to turn it into something
 We ain't never had nothing
 But we try and turn this nothing into something, yeah, yeah
 Into something yeah, yeah, into something
 Into, into something yeah, yeah
 We ain't never had nothing (no)
 But we try and turn this nothing into something yeah, yeah
 Yeah
 Little homie about to do the trick (uh)
 Homie let me learn you a trick (woo)
 Black people teach you how to breathe it though
 Ex nihilo, something out of nothing you should see it though
 It's black boy joy, black boy fly (fly)
 Black girl rock, hit the rock make it cry
 Hold the staff for Moses can't call it its magic from 10,000 hours
 And no having it, couple, couple of noodles and hot links
 A gourmet feast a miracle nothing short a tree
 Spotting out concrete yeah white out the concrete
 Yeah y'all be all weak
 System kill our prophets and mock our mournful
 Give us balls and mikes and demand we perform for them
 It's crazy 300 years been trying to say to you
 Why I gotta explain, it ain't plain to you? (huh?)
 We never had nothing but nothing was selfish
 Kept my belly full of the stuff the rich was missing
 Y'all could grow a little, your little minds could listen
 Privilege you protect us made y'all a victim
 You think you blameless, I know you shamed it
 Y'all can't even see the pain in our faces
 You ain't got the frame for the affects and displacement
 You marvel at the joy that comes from our spaces
 Even though
 Even though
 We ain't never had nothing (whoa)
 Even though, even though
 We ain't never had nothing (whoa)
 Trying to turn it into something
 We ain't never had nothing (whoa)
 But we try and turn this nothing into something yeah, yeah
 Into something yeah, yeah, into something
 Into, into something yeah, yeah
 We ain't never had nothing
 But we try and turn this nothing into something yeah, yeah