Lyrics:
though she average
Dirty muddy in a cup
45 by my gut
My young nigga in a cut
Taking you out for some Jordans
Let's count this money, no rushin'
I'm
passed this shit
It's traffic, shit”
“It's a green a light!
Well fuck you and let me get by!”
Moses: “Man don't be drawin' all that attention”
Malcolm:
yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those
tryna get by
Bratlife forever
Aye
Yeah
Crimetimes in my city
Crime is high in my city
Police wanna know who did it
Please don’t get me into it
I cannot
not stopping New brand for my sassolines
Splatterkiss new custom jeans Music production by Garfield Anthony
That's not stopping Can't stop now that we
grease
Cut a blank check for that grease
Jezebels wet for that grease
Get you set up by feds and police
Bless the dead, we all hopin for Peace
My bread it
After the dawning of the Sars
It became clear that Black Brutality would be no longer tolerated by the peoples
This is where we start
Do we have
to Georgia like Charlie Daniels, yea haw!
Back in my crib I'm watchin Reba
I hear the helicopters
The police the door down
I get judged by the judge
I got
Brazil yours and my children
Police drive by the favela and just kill them
If we decided to not be divided
Saw no one that we could side with
All the gun
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mama said it would be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like
the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson
Steady trappin'
Yeah, police by my spot and I was still trappin'
Yeah, hop in the Benz
I put a F on the rim (rim)
because the police ride by
You pull up behind me and run my plate
You follow me home then ride away
I shouldn’t be scared just to be black
Got my mama
the city
Police be rolling and
Foot patrolling in the city
Niggas got bankroll
Stacking up pesos in the city
Killas be lurkin
Tryna merk something in
police
Boys dey for road since, trying to control things
Crime rate e plenty, boys no dey get peace
Ask the FG why we no dey get G's
Why e be say my salary
would walk by
I never tripped, bro, always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night, always comes
wan' seh me a evil head
Can't wait (gweh)
Can't wait, can't wait pon police fi dweet
Can't wait
Can't wait, can't wait pon police fi dweet
By time
none of this shit down
(Real shit) truthfully
I done lost my passport I
Suppose to be in Switzerland
50 don't even know about this
But I know he
this pretty big one, I really said she was going too fast
And then I turn my sirens on and pulled her over
I'm not surprised by the questions she acts
looting, paint pictures like we some animals
On my NWA CMG
Hollin' "Rest in peace Eazy and fuck the police"
Heard another brother slain up in St. Louis
Sure
eat your pussy to some love songs
It's a thug makin' a real love song (yeah)
I don't wanna see police at my front door
Conversation with a fiend, he
hot over
Cannot rank me and my brother's shoulder
See police looking for me like i
Told them something is missing
That nigga snitching on me tryna
Tell
blasted, surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? heaven or hell? freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can
man in the streets
But I am not an enemy
Criticize me if you want but it don’t even mean a thing
You be judging by my skin
Meanwhile I feel so confident
He looks away, breathe a sigh of relief
Situations like this are nothing but grief
Chorus
The police are over there
I tried to hide my vacant
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