Lyrics Common Ground - Jack Harlow
Will
I
see
you?
Just
talkin'
'bout
what
I
see
It's
not
opinion
based,
it's
just,
just
shit
I
see
The
suburbs
are
filled
with
ebonics
and
trap
sonics
Frat
boys
saying
"no
cap,
put
racks
on
it"
The
dialect
got
a
lil'
splash
of
some
black
on
it
Cap
and
gowns
bought
by
the
money
in
dad's
pockets
White
girls
squattin',
tryna
get
that
ass
poppin'
Caught
back
talking
to
their
mom
and
dad's
often
Reciting
rap
lyrics
about
murder
and
cash
profit
Get
to
feel
like
a
thug
but
don't
have
to
act
on
it
Local
homicide
rates
got
'em
astonished
Reading
'bout
it
on
a
laptop
in
pajamas
Microsoft
Office
to
complete
their
assignments
Never
seen
the
hood
still
can't
help
but
have
comments
Never
had
a
convo'
with
a
kid
from
that
climate
That
really
has
trauma,
that
really
got
taught
to
survive
by
any
means
Fuck
bitches,
stack
commas
Common
ground
ain't
that
common
The
festivals
are
filled
with
Larry
Bird
jerseys
College
students
in
a
hurry
to
jump
to
a
four-count
and
say
the
"n
word"
Business
interns
taking
molly
then
percs
Trampling
on
top
of
bodies
in
dirt
Condescending
suburban
kids
growing
up
to
be
rap
journalists
Writing
urban
myths
about
who
they
think
is
the
best
urban
kid
And
who
the
worst
is
and
who's
authentic
And
what
the
real
hip
hop
is,
and
who's
all
in
it
Thrift
shopping
for
articles
and
garments
that
feel
like
they
came
from
a
foreign
environment
Second
hand
Bape
Supreme
and
Gallery
Department
Anything
to
feel
less
harmless
Adderall
dealers,
carrying
round
guns
just
to
make
it
feel
realer
House
with
white
pillars
No
rough
just
diamonds
The
education
private,
it's
all
by
design
and
Common
ground
ain't
that
common
1 Common Ground
2 They Don't Love It
3 Ambitious
4 Is That Ight?
5 Gang Gang Gang
6 Denver
7 No Enhancers
8 It Can't Be
9 Blame On Me
10 Questions
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