Police out here killing niggas I don't know how to act I'm jus telling the truth One way you gon fit the stereotype Trying to navigate through these crackers fucked up rules Keep your head up lil nigga I'm not get you some money and learn how to use it Spread out a stack on the streets and Finesse it right back Crooked cops will knock the sauce out of your noodle Because we know they don't give a f*ck when you young and black It sad truth Educate your young Give it time Soon we gon make the rules Getting mad at your bitch because she want to walk around with her ass and titties out Let her have a good time don't spaz Break her off a little cash Let her stand out When them feds run up in your operation They came to put an end to your schemes and plots She gon pop up rocking that expensive watch And pay your bond Get you out of there Whole time crackers is sneaky They want you to Incriminate yourself Found a lil loud in my car They act like I'm slanging meth Search the car Treated us like like we cartel Entire time mi Novia snuck a Mac 11 She hid it from 12 They got the rest But I'm still in my shit Learn lesson about the trip Crackers is pussy They gon take your shit Trump your charges Whole time you sick Jus got to sit and listen How the f*ck they keep winning Lying and sinning and definitely snitching Bruh facing time He wasn't even in it Crackers just tired of looking He ain't said shit Crackers look stupid so They say his time you eat it Now his kid's victims Calling for Jesus Fucked up homeless Result of the system I know its a similar story Can I get a witness? Crackers ruin your shit Just because they not busy Just cause its Wednesday Fucked up story Can I get a witness? Know somebody out there Do somebody hear me Ooh you done took my bond And it look like extra charges What the f*ck swear to God You white folks need to knock it off Growing up in the hood Jus tryna live Jus tryna mind your business F*ck niggas want to waste your time Crabs in a barrel Want to Tie you in on bullshit Get up out the hood Crackers want a piece of how you living Ain't no American dream Skin color coffee bean Hard out here for a nigga Try to meet a nice lady She going to end up after digits All types of strategies Her game mean She manipulate you Try to get an away Result either jail or baby White man worse He send bills In your mailbox everyday Student loans Don't get me started Set up to fail That shit is crazy Looked at my bank account Jesus take the wheel Jesus come save me Stay focused be patient Soon we going to make a way
Written by: Jonathan Williams
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