Lyrics:
These killers capping, man
The police is the captain, man
They run the ship, the plane
They killing just to say they can
Murder for money gain
They
ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the fuck up, y'all don't live with that nigga
Y'all know that nigga got caught with
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Lookin' at the house for a bout a whole month
Family live there got put out last month
My uncle sniffing blow while I'm rolling up a blunt
His
Police brutality
Typical life of a black man
They say that God made us all
We never asked to be brown skin
Now we praying asking God
Why is it so
skin got me
Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
From the police
And runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
From the homie
Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
From
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
"unarmed kid shot dead by police" again
Hands up, don't shoot, fuck police brutality
Take their guns away, your kids will live another day
Won't let them be
me
I don't wanna play with you
Shawty say she wanna couple bands too (bands too)
Only live a life yeah you know I need a wife (needa wife)
Shawty by
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
My band of soaks, my den of dissolutes
My dirty jokes, my always pissed as newts
My sons of whores (no, no, no, no not tonight) spend their lives
bitch by me
Eye candy face beat
Thick thighs on my seat
I cried when I heard
I'm the one that they seek
A loony, a skits
And they called the police
Cause
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
day by day
Yeah (yeah)
Ok, these are the days, the days of our lives
Where do you have a calendar? Because I lost mine
Uh, I lost mine, uh I
Right in front of your building with live bear every year
Takin horns, from moose and wild bulls and capricorns
I got your face in the frame,
Frontline
Frontline
Live from the frontline peep the signs of the time
Anarchy confusion, still looting, still shooting
Police abusing still no
going to get money when I'm passing by
Imma stay high I be touching the sky
In life its two moments you live and you die
You'll win or lose so you might
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
the hood, and everything is a good vibe
Gettin' high while watching police drive by
One time for my niggas up in the sky
Two times for my people tryna get by
the blood pressure rises slowly, by the day
Work two jobs, just so rice is on the children's plate
Landlord tells you, "This is the last time you can be
refusin to lose
I'mma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
None-a-y'all niggas is welcome
refusin to lose
I'mma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
None-a-y'all niggas is welcome
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
with my tribe it feel like Mecca Ha
Queen right by my side this isn't checkers
Peace above her thigh Holy Protector
Police get to fakin guess we turn
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