Lyrics:
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your
feel how I feel
Everyday strapped up
You don't live how I live
Police killing us and the police getting killed
I got so many niggas waiting
to the days with the picnics in the pre-K
Won't you please stay
Here just escape from the police state
Live free with me,
Cuz I'm freakin' ridiculous,
Seekin'
street
I still see you in my dreams and I don't wanna wake up
You're not my cup of tea, but maybe you're my coffee cup
And people always told me not
kicked in her door, and there they shot her dead
Or Philando Castile, driving his girlfriend home from a meal
Stopped by police and shot dead, sitting
Lil Homie learned
His mum can't support him and she has no concerns
In the hood boys must become men quick
And now it's Lil Homie's turn
Police tape
Sipping on purple like iced tea
Check on my cup gotta fight me
Pulling my card, that's unlikely
VVS diamonds, they blinding
Butterfly doors, let
back, nigga that's that
Now you bald like the eagle
Stabbed in the back by riding with people
Niggas be lying bitches be evil
Crack the treys any day
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
matter no one say it ain't true
But homie no lives matter until black lives do
Until that day and there after, I stand by you
Homie no lives matter until
I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty
bread
So I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was
I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty
to get by (Sometimes)
I’m lookin’ at my life, shining bright there’s a light
Emitting from the deepest part of me here inside
I’m looking in your eyes I
like that movie, can't Get Out
Defund the police, Obama said he don't believe in that
In the country where you can't even jog while bein' black (I'm
Couple niggas dying sick of turning up at funerals
Police got me fucked up got me locked up in the juvenile
Got my momma crying cus she just wanted
living my life (word)
I live carefree (word)
Get a bag and I go on a spending spree (yessir)
I like to have fun and we ain't sipping tea (yup)
But don't
just me and you in this two seat
I cannot lose you, so don't lose me, you can live in my heart rent free
You a spot foul and I'm the referee
Don't
to the counties, and kickstarted underground economies
While I try to come up with melodies
My brothers and sisters die in the streets
Injustice served by corrupt
on the ground steady for Black Lives Matter (Yeah)
Inhaled so much tear gas I’ll probably catch cancer (Look)
By the time I turn 40
Riot cops in Portland, man
the borders of Haiti
Slaughter babies from the waters of Euphrates
Maybe they sent germ that's polluted our sperm
And made us live uncircumcised in
twenty one Sean Reed.
Horrible Sean Bell was another one fell,
While they locking us put the police in a cell.
Black Lives Matter,
The Black Man Matters.
that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he
real, yo
We murder by numbers
Tastin' cheeba, sippin' tea in a coupe
Silencer, that's
Lay you under cars eat your fruit
Will more stripes than Adidas set
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