Oops (feat. Chocolate KNDY & REALLYJUSTBENNY)

Price tag on my head (Aye) Nice bag on my bed (Aye) Room dripped in my lead (Aye) Third eye on the feds (Aye) Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye) I know that you wishing I was Just draped and dripping in blood Instead I'm in black again Blacking on tracks again (Oh) Price tag on my head (Aye) Nice bag on my bed (Aye) Room dripped in my lead (Aye) Third eye on the feds (Aye) Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye) I know that you wishing I was Just draped and dripping in blood Instead I'm in black again Blacking on tracks again (Oh) All black on my swag White heads in my bag (Presidents) Fuck a red, white in blue Red green and black stripes on my flag (The homeland) Dipping in a black jag (Panther) Huey Newton of my class (Top of that) Bobby 'cealed under the dash (Click) Young Fundi in the pass (Whoo) God the only being I fear (Uh) Nigga we ain't come to fight fair (Nah) Freddy H in the flesh (Yes) Worst muh'fuckin nightmare Boy you wouldn't last a night here (Never) Holy war is on sight here (Forever) Still purge when the night clear No privilege being white here Oww (Uh) They sweating my style (Uh) Young black proud (Uh) Please don't act foul (Uh, uh) Full clips load Niggas sitting low Tinted windows In the rental (Long live) Pac, Nip soul Finna flip mode Heart brick cold Murder pen wrote (Whoo) Price tag on my head (Aye) Nice bag on my bed (Aye) Room dripped in my lead (Aye) Third eye on the feds (Aye) Oops bitch I ain't dead (Nah) I know that you wishing I was (Yeah) Just draped and dripping in blood Instead I'm in black again Blacking on tracks again (Oh) They say it costs a half cent to kill a nigga Nothin but a half cent to bury one Family full of ghost niggas, go figure But ima get em back baby, e'rry one Throw it in reverse how you flip a song Run the race back like a marathon Ima bring to life what you sittin on Something you could never get the rhythm on And I'm on African goddess Oshun in my spirit Hope in my lyrics You knew you could hear it Wanna preach it like your rule is the truth Don't believe it It's a loop it's a tool Like oops What did I do Wanted me to be your quiet lil fool Say why ya mad That we black and we back again I am living and breathing That's why you seething Evil evident (Yeah) Never do think that they helping you nigga Federal niggas Incredible niggas That'll plant jiggers, pull up with some triggers Rock ya to sleep (Sleep) And take care of a nigga (Yeah) Ancestors wanted better for me Mad fences of protection for me (Yeah) Pullin on my peace, Ima fill you with the dread Push me to the edge, get to clipping up ya head like Price tag on my head (Aye) Nice bag on my bed (Aye) Room dripped in my lead (Aye) Third eye on the feds (Aye) Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye) I know that you wishing I was Just draped and dripping in blood Instead I'm in black again Blacking on tracks again (Oh) Price tag on my head (Aye) Nice bag on my bed (Aye) Room dripped in my lead (Aye) Third eye on the feds (Aye) Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye) I know that you wishing I was Just draped and dripping in blood Instead I'm in black again Blacking on tracks again (Oh) Oops I'm alive and well You rather see me go die on film Shot by the popo just lying still So terrified when I'm buying steel You seem surprised I survived in hell Wanna keep me down (Down) But you tried and failed Start to starve a nigga Oops, I'm gaining weight So I'm dining well Marcus Garvey wisdom Oops, you tried it Wearing all black got me flyer than pilots (Whoo) I'm, guessing that space is my stylist Black beard but I'm not a pirate Slave masters in my pocket Got their cage rattled, how ironic Um, free man make deposits The cement couldn't stop me A rose that broke through the concrete Yeah this country couldn't top me (Whoah) Baseless Statements Racist faces Praising satan Fakin' hatin' Made to break me So I'm Praying patient Bathe in greatness Make 'em hate me Paid in pastry Cake no bakery (Whoo) Hi bed I'm home Little do they know My self control be their saving grace It's known that they hate our race Price on my head but I'm hard to kill Jacob Blake Price tag on my head (Aye) Nice bag on my bed (Aye) Room dripped in my lead (Aye) Third eye on the feds (Aye) Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye) I know that you wishing I was Just draped and dripping in blood Instead I'm in black again Blacking on tracks again (Oh) We are not here To mourn Brother Curtis No, no no no see this Is a celebration huh Oh is God speaking to somebody in the house this morning huh See, God said This is not a time Of sadness Jones family This, is a time of rejoice Why, you say well huh I don't know what you know about Jesus Christ huh But only royalty ascend to the glory of God Ouww Said I wasn't gone preach too much We gone move it right along At this time We're gonna have a good friend of brother Curtis To come on up And speak a few words Brother Samuel If you please Morning err'body My name Sam Curt Curt was like a brother Still can't believe bro down there I'm sorry y'all Y'all bear with me I don't even have the words to say really I If y'all don't mind if I could just Just sing a lil som'n Som'n Curt A song that Curt made Few years ago Sing a lil piece of it It—It's still Still relevant in this time and Unfortunately, it's a situation that Directly hit home on him so If y'all don't mind You know, y'all just bear with me I just wanna sing this for my brother one time man, please This Black face Don't get no love Where I'm from They just hate me 'till I hate myself and now I can't help But to Watch me self-destruct, Oh Lord Lord of you hear me Can you save me From Me