WTD (feat. PK Tha Poet)
Samara Cyn
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Tryna be my homie or you tryna take my life Come and join the party; say you love me long time Why I'm puffin on these drugs; only way to slow the time Baby brought the bottle we gon put one in the sky Pour for fallen brothers fallen sisters all the time Pour for fallen mothers cuz they couldn't stand to cry I heard that they caught it but I couldn't watch him die Lately ain't been breathing, hope the Lord gon help me fight (Oh my) Disease is running rampant. Hope the Lord gon help me fight it It's demons out to get us. Hope the Lord don't want me bite it Never wanna wish us well, hope the Lord put it in Biden Learned my lesson with that hoping; Learned to take shit how it's spoken Truthfully After years of unprovoking, should it take much more promotion? Cuz we dying and they watchin with they cameras fuckin rollin Can we just proceed to focus on the problem that's at hand? How many more George, Trays, Mikes and Sandra Blands Strap up; cross burning sands Set fire to stolen land Separation; revolution Draw up boards and start to plan We need back up: call the fam F*ck the Ruckus, f*ck the Sam See this blood is on your hands The smirk n smile, that's why we pissed That's why my partner got his stick That's why we deep up in this bitch And when they shoot we fire back, I hope your body cam catch this (I hope your body cam catch this) Look, my heart is heavy too It's blood filling my shoes I'm tired of it too But we got work to do (yeah, we got work to do) I'm yelling f*ck that It's time to bust back Like this 45 a metra ride to bring they ass to justice Tears down my eyes; I feel my ancestors blood bubbling Karmas circumference got us going through this shit for something Way past that wondering; save all that comforting when my knee is on your neck When that concrete scratch your flesh; When that weight restrict your breath Feel that anger in the air, turn to pain and then to fear Die slowly on this land of holy; Let me make this No, your God is not my God You can't stand the face of Jah Use my voice to praise Allah From quarantine to martial law By any means, G, f*ck it all up Give a f*ck if I'm caught up Jay Z better free all us We burn the city down then pass the Henny round The shit we smokin on, the sirens ain't as loud My niggas going up so tired of being down My niggas going up so tired of being down We burn the city down then pass the Henny round The shit we smokin on, the sirens ain't as loud My niggas going up so tired of being down My niggas going up so tired of being down Look, my heart is heavy too It's blood filling my shoes I'm tired of it too But we got work to do (yeah, we got work to do) Tryna be my homie or you tryna take my life Come and join the party; say you love me long time Why I'm puffin on these drugs; only way to slow the time Baby brought the bottle we gon put one in the sky Pour for fallen brothers fallen sisters all the time Pour for fallen mothers cuz they couldn't stand to cry I heard that they caught it but I couldn't watch him die Lately ain't been breathing, hope the Lord gon help me fight (oh my)
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Written by: MICHAEL MCCADNEY, PRESTON KELLER, SAMARA CYNCLAIR HENDERSON
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