Lyrics:
A black man dead
Shot down on the ground, yeah
Everybody get your cameras out
Yeah, another run in with your
Thin blue line
Everybody grab a picket sign,
A black man dead
Shot down on the ground, yeah
Everybody get your cameras out
Yeah, another run in with your
Thin blue line
Everybody grab a picket sign,
Generational trauma in my name for inheritance
Mixed race, spic face, sick case for heritage
Everywhere I go somebody wonder who my parents is
Like, how they
you luck my friend
Yeah yeah
I want the money in the safe
Touch the silent code red, somebody gone die today
Ever felt a moment like a gun to your face?
displaced
Or maybe it's drake step bros with flows we relate
Yeah we get the rolls 10 mil in a case
Pull up all black like it's wednesday
Either way i
baby
I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry
don't wanna be loved by nobody else
But you
I don't wanna go and fuck somebody else
Nobody else but you
I don't wanna die tonight with no one else
But you
bleedin' out real heavy
Cop city, ATL, kill ready
And that's your name, people slow
Incentivize money flow
The government got a hold on everything, love
Jidenna, how many times did I call you?
You are a stubborn bull, just like your father
I don't understand you, o
Your Auntie and I warned you not
a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones
I'm back bitches, the retun of your idol
F-to-the-o-x, B-double-O
Black hand keep them Lambos
got my back cuz I got yours black queen
Coretta Scott heart beam
It’s up to you it’s up to me
"Its just another highly publicized cases of police
of torture
Rules the ruins beneath him
With a simple fortune
The land unknown of black water and dark souls
Can't compete with the order this kingdom is run by
jungle juice
One blew, one hustler never grew, so he building cases
Throwing slangs in his words, this nigga really hate him
Never thinking 'bout this
Billy Ray, the street is your stage
You keep on singin' your songs, somebody's gonna listen someday
He's just a good ole boy, so when he comes your way
nerves me my calling me by my government
I just hit your bae you can call that shit an embezzlement filling up my safe just in case I Make a settlement
Look at his face
Shit is bloody, I just might catch a case
Fuck up the check
Niggas know, I marked my place
Shot to the face
Hang with it
Nigga I
away from the mainstream lover
Just want somebody to move and get hurt
Got your hole dug deep in the dirt
Can't hurt?
What bitch muthafuckas makin'
space over the water
I got insight it's a clear case of reading your aura
Man, what you got for us as my Black men stand in line like a chorus
Makin'
never leave your people
Message to my black folk
Never try and act woke
Notice how they treat you different
When they see you take notes
Never let
If your head is as big as Shamello's
If your bank is the check cashin' place
If you put on pantyhose instead of shavin' your legs
If you use
Can you remember the rain
Can you remember the rain
You left me for somebody else
Now I must face life by myself
You broke so many rules in school
I
of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you
of fire?
Anybody ever been bloody by somebody everybody thought was a supplier?
I spent years under my golden voice of fire....
We busting out from
Should protect everybody
Marking' tallies counting
Bodies cops storm in the lobby
Man ran away they shot
Somebody this a hobby
We a Target
Black
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