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[Intro: Ritchie with a T]All things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greenerAll things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greener[Hook: Ritchie with a T]Yeah, Blu said we below the heavens, we ain't living in hellBut I've been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jailAnd we know black and browns ain't living as wellAll things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greenerBlu said we below the heavens, we ain't living in hellBut I've been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jailAnd we know black and browns ain't living as wellAll things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greener[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]Sub-Zero MK9 arenas"Always against the greys," says Mister NiggatinaWith a stern backhand like Venus or SerenaOn the mic though, things aren't black and white thoughWhen we were youngins, we wanted to be Michael—Jackson or Jordan—hooping or recording, all posted by the light poleNot too bright, though, Mom said be home before the lights dullAnd they told me don't cuff the mic, so I cuffed it harderHad my pants on sagged, jeans cuffed over the startersAlways against the grain, unless you cuttin' your hair, my niggaThat's how a nigga lose his waves, it's hard to look around see we ain't living in hellAnd I've been blue since the last of season 2 of ChappelleAnd my green-grass is green and their green-grass is brownBut their green-grass is turf, so they don't know about how[Hook: Ritchie with a T]Blu said we below the heavens, we ain't living in hellBut I been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jailAnd we know black and browns aren't living as wellAll things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greenerBlu said we below the heavens, we ain't living in hellBut I been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jailAnd we know black and browns aren't living as wellAll things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greener[Verse 2: Stepa J. Groggs]Life doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be livedTook a while, but I learned that you get what you giveBeen dealt with karma from shit that I did as a kidAt least I know that it's coming bruh, it is what it isEverybody fucks up yeah you live and you learnCan't outrun Father Time, man we all got our turnYeah I tried to find forever but I took a wrong turnNow I'm back to square one, with nowhere to runI don't really want an easy fight, just a fair oneBut that's not happening, prolly cause my skin toneMomma been put me on game, the shit I been onAnd I went and passed that down so my kids knowEverybody wanna be a nigga, Mooney told me thatBeen a few times that I stepped off the narrow pathEven if I'm slipping, boy, you know I'm always bouncing backYou know that the hate means successful and black[Hook: Ritchie with a T]Blu said we below the heavens, we ain't living in hellBut I've been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jailAnd we know black and browns ain't living as wellAll things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greenerBlu said we below the heavens, we ain't living in hellBut I've been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jailAnd we know black and browns ain't living as wellAll things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greenerAll things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greenerAll things ain't pink brahThe grass gets greener