Lyrics:
nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I deal with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin'
In my eyes homie stand for something
the streets without being stopped by police
Can I just breathe?
I wanna be me
I wanna be free
Can I just
Can I just breathe?
I just want space to be me
I wanna
a cop, he had a family
He didn't know her
Didn't know, didn't know, didn't know
Intrusive thoughts run through my mind
When I'm out alone, hands by my
racist man's garden
But that's just me being civil
I keep my head on a swivel because police see us and they see targets
When we killed in cold blood, then
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
Aint no justice police killing they not
Sparing folks no mo playing my people
Stand we not not ready to go this the
Land of the free dont hang us by
And only time when we hide is when we hear them police sirens
I'm finna grab my gun and mask down like Michael Myers
I'm sick of these niggas, we gon' clean
my ways
Drop a few lines, leave a bitch in a daze
Have her homegirls wonderin' what she do
Fucked around and gave me that pussy too
I be doin' this
with you always, whenever you need me just call me and I’d be there”.
By the time, she woke up she discovered she was the only aside the nurse
killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me di weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and a swarm me like bees
attach because I'm winning
Check the score
Up by a hunnid and some mo
Even tho the police looking for my nigga high and low
Glock blast do the dash all my
a marijuana smokin', never been broken
I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star
Sixty inches on my Impala
Daddy I'm a mother fuckin' gangsta
to out my way I stay on schedule (Look)
I Learned how to keep my track I keep a steady two (I keep a steady two)
I Learned how to keep my back from police
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck chale, ay, good luck chale, ay
Nuttin' for the police, tryna
pops, police gave me back my mama
Today, I see a little peace, it used to be just drama
My niggas went from gettin' suspended to gettin' indicted
the fuck just happened
Hours later I would be walking down the road and get picked up by a chick who says she'll
Drop me off at my apartment, but first she
'Cause youz a the type of motherfucker to send the cop to my house snitch
Goon
Fucking rats
Snitches
Hit it B
Blunts in rotation smoking volume shit so
kendimize, ikişer tane Air Force
Drill baba bu saatten sonra
Everyone is chased by police
Everyone is chased by police
What the fuck?
Ma drill is the fakest
can't let them come get me
Fuck them all
Any weapon against me
If I told you my life
Would you hold it against me
Do a bitch trife
Man that shit be
And they thinking they can hurt me
Come and get it if you wanna fight
But you'll find I'm Bloodthirsty
Got a Police Girl right by my side
We will leave
Boy I am so tired
I'll be glad when I get inside the house
Oh, I dropped my keys
Oh what tis bright light?
My God they must gonna rob me
Who
[Yella]
Yo this is Yella
as we wine down to the final song
I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga E
I know he wanted this track on his
she want her a feature (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business
Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be
, police
When they pull up on you don't freeze, nah
Poor decisions as a young nigga
Growing up in the slums locals ain't supposed to see the light of day by
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