Lyrics:
[Chorus]
We've got no rights
when cops can kill
It's not right
we live in fear
Patrol man cruising in his car at night
Just looking for some
stole his bike and started biking it
I thought I got away but when I ducked around the corner
There was twelve cop cars I said I'm a goner
Slammed
stole his bike and started biking it
I thought I got away but when I ducked around the corner
There was twelve cop cars I said I'm a goner
Slammed
the cop that keep my gear in park
Pull me out the car to give me black thought
But fuck it, this shit's all kinda player
This shit my mama flavor
This
richer
Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules
Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
and my bank accounts purple
I'd die for a chance to go to hell in a crater
Hot wire cars with these sticky fingers
Who knew there was a riot on earth but
I'm a disease , the sickest illness, you're deceased
You bitches regret cuz she pregnant . Shit! That's cruel
Y'all plastic ass bitches is forever
the kid by the throat
It was a white St. Louis cop
He was a black kid, just old enough to vote
They tried to get away
But the shots instantly began
One boy
Grew up poor, it's news to no one we got common stories
Few just go pursue the dough, we tryna cop the trophy
Dreams have manifested, green has been
on a tangent,
Like these kids loosing the grip to reality no traction,
cll they want is sick cars, big mansions,
Its like, aiming a gun to your head, asking for
Bronson played by Tom Hardy
They came into the cell and the pigs had a party
Taking me down and they barely tried hardly
Said fuck it this kid's going
to Biggie, god bless your spirit
Made a mark, now we need a place for the nigga
Marcy, son, faced off with Jigga
Now he only spittin' for cars that's kitted
didn't invest
We both got ice n' cars but I ain't in debt
A lot of vets need a give rhyming a rest
Y'all sound like has-beens
N' I ain't impressed i'm
didn't invest
We both got ice n' cars but I ain't in debt
A lot of vets need a give rhyming a rest
Y'all sound like has-beens
N' I ain't impressed i'm
I'm a crazy motherfucker takin' no shit
Make them jokes about me but what's serious
Is the fact you need to leave alone those kids
Otherwise you need
to the new Big Daddy Kane shit
Leaning on his car rocking his latest custom made fit
Spanish kid pulled up on a bike he ain't even say shit
He ain't even seen
in his other...
Dope car (x3)
Cars
Dope car]
Yo I see cars driving by me looking milky and shiny
Tires made from Pirelli getting all
death before dishonor
Thats Why we dying before we meet your honor
Cops is lying
And the lost for the mamas
kids is crying from the lost of a father
a dick about as long as a meter
With about seven liters of my favorite beverage
Pay me no severance I'mma be here forever kid
Grown men don't follow TikTok
leave this place forever
What will all us kids remember
By the time we leave this place forever
What will all us kids remember
By the time we leave this
will you say
Bottom of the ninth, the third strikeout today
Your shit started early, man, you stoled at 12
It was cars by 19 and 21, your first jail cell
and left no witnesses
Fuck a covid in my city i'm the sickest
I Get all these different bitches like the foreign's that we've driven
I'm 23 by now i probably
the dealers, swindlers, hustlers and car sharks
Gun shell that grabbed lives litter the playground
So tell me, where the little kids gonna play now?
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