Lyrics:
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
on the screen, expose my identity
Keep your eye on me
Keep your focus on me
Mister police, no we ain’t homies
Fuck the police
All my Maori’s, let me hear you say
I
can smell em not on my casket
I’m tired of
Wack ass rappers with dope beats
I’m tired of
Black people dying by police
I’m tired, so tired I’m runnin’
tryna' show these crackers
I can chase a dream
Lil black boy harassed
Everyday by the police
Home of the brave
But in my land
Ain't no one free
Home
But the state and gee, well, you know
You've got to have the police, 'cause
If there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to yourselves!
'Cause my plot comes with a hundred shot nine
Police are right on my heels
But I'm always one step ahead of the punks makin' dope deals
They can't
wont be under handed
Unless they suit them up and they pallbearer me, and close my casket
Even than I'd be the last one laughin'
Like how the fuck you
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
Nas be, NYC state of mind I'm in
In this world of calamity
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
And police weh abuse dem authority
Media clowns
at police
Fold em in the crease with the sheets
Wring his carcass of all the grease
Shits be clogging the arteries
Tie him up by his piggy feet
Relish in it
within
I did what Sterling did
Sold my cds on the corner I am him
I am Eric Garner
From The Bay I'm Oscar Grant
Oppressed by the system
Trying to make it
right where the police be hunting
Pussy nigga just remember one thing
Consequences are grave when you touch the King
I light up a spliff and I do my thing
people start fearing
Darkness is nearing
That's when I be
Transformed to a new craft
Survival must achieve
A quick jump out of bed
As shells pass my head
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the police when I'm rolling through the projects
My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect
Who be the boys in blue, the authority
To arrest me cause I
police
Because police don't break records police they break niggers
You will get broke off with a stick or a trigger
If you defend yourself that's first
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
gotta spark
Drive by shooting you know it won't be in park
The driver in our gang yeah his last name is
Molly water in my cup
Don't try to test your luck
the sword
Heard police was looking for me, I'mma hide by abroad
Shootin stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I'm wired off a socket, but still shockin
to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
on this ride would you watch out for police and just
Stay by my side two twin glocks Zack and Cody
No we don't show no face cause they know that we be
about me
Paper, magazine
Mama please don't call me
Got demons in my dreams
And you know that
Just by the way I be drowning yeah
Just by the way
Cause I be
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
Back 2 my ways
Like back in the days
Gold strap in the safe
Ak in the case
Fuck the police
I'm Back 2 my ways
Like back in the days
Gold strap in
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