Lyrics:
the one that aint pawn off my brain
On my ice i set fire ablaze
My osiris in me be the mightiest
I am adam aint even take bite of it
Gotta bomb and you
more annoying than tracks by Pitbull
Tell me bravo like Johnny fresh as fuck like some laundry
I take your bitch and feed her pills till she knocked out
to
Just cause the bitch bad just might be on that dope fool
Perkys in her system I heard she dropping Lo's too
Don't be the next victim over some pussy you
Might Leave You
(yeah) they Won't Ever See You
(NawAh) gotta Couple Pitbulls
Iaa Make Em Eat You nigga I Be EveryWhere
Don't Nobody Play With Me
Eveyrone
might wrap it rose Tahoe truck it sit on 4s
Limo tint so they don’t know in the back seat by my lone
This that shit that they clone I did this shit
into dat
Niggas be police
Ain't doing no bidnezz wit u
No tit for tat
Scats cats and tracks
Losing tract
On da way to my act
Getting back
I ain't
smell like a peach papaya
She said, "eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back"
I'm like, "aight" (aight)
"Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is" (no)
You smell like a peach papaya
She said, "Eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back"
I'm like, "Aight" (aight)
"Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is"
on be loud
The kush that I'm smoking so goddamn loud
I can see the police standing through the crowd
I can see these pretty women sweating my style
Heat on my tail
Feet gon need ice, might swell
Weakened my foes
And did it all by myself
But see They won't bail
Guess this is a cry for help
They
might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put
abandoned by my inner lost thoughts
Another way to speak lies from my intrusive cohorts
Be not known of the great depths of my life
Be not I but the thought
nobody but my tru niggas
I mean my brothas, I mean my real niggas
Silkk, see-Murder, and Master P
If it ain't blood nigga, it might be your
by mistake
I reacted to a flashback of bondage
I heard the radio
Started my sprint like a runaway
Slave in a maze because of this, I might be
Using
the streets
You fighting for police despite them harming the peace
You standing idly by while the guilty receive paid leave
Like a person who witnessed wrong
Things look like they'll be here for a while
Momi and Daddy better fear for they chile
Cause they style is not just makin a fast chickens (?)
They also
limping I think I might need me a cane
I'm done playin games
Yea I'm acting real different to all of the nigga that changed
Gang get active in this bitch
By
fuck the police we ain’t never want no truce
Walk in this bitch don’t make a move give me the loot
Don’t act funny cuz the homie came to shoot yea yea
As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square
Not a chill to the window but a little to the air
From another direction she was calling my eye
It could be
elbows like magnolia
Know that my belt be that Goyard
Uh, no you can't hold this
In the back, car got the motor
My girl never drop her focus
I get
you on the go
And I know I can't live without my radio
Don't touch that dial, I'll be upset
Might go into a fit and rip off your neck
'Cause my radio's
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
of the police
Held face down in the street (George Floyd)
Don't be another lesson on how iced tea and a hoodie after 9 o'clock might get you shot
(Trayvon)
Don't
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