Lyrics:
Have you ever been stopped by police
Alone when you're walking on street
Hands up
Have you ever been stopped by law
Knowing that you're doing no
the homies all caught in a jam
I just wish he saw me as a man
I don't even got a weapon on me
Then three more cops start stepping on me
Please don't let me
A new obscenity laced rap video from the cousin of an unarmed man shit to death
by the L.A.P.D. appears to threaten the lives of police officers
Mama beat me up for it
By nineteen I swear to God I had the illest bars
Guillotine flow I could take on a whole Boulevard
Twenty was effin crazy man I
The sky is falling at your feet
You got a 'chicken little' moment on repeat
There's a phone call on it's way
And you've got police in plain clothes
torn
Man, let me just speak about what's going on
Hey, Dear Mr. President
Why you got our troops in the war and they fighting over shit that's
And the Rich dragged Suitcases of Money into Caves and prayed to the Mountains to crush them
But I was saved- Hallelujah!- By a Highway Bandit
He opened his
make moves under proper conditions
I live by a code and a honesty system
And promised myself I would not go against it
Just giving you facts this is
getting locked up by police
You gotta be man you gotta stand on yo two feet
You only goin live once
Gotta plan for something greater
You wanna be
times
For police that find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slinging like four in the night
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
to the police, while investigations are on going
The force will not relent in its duty of safe guarding lives and property
Of the people of Lagos by nipping in
but with no receipt
But they quick to get a warrant or a felony
These police love to put a black man on his knees
Rats don't like to see a nigga with
i'm trying to win a grammy
Running to the money man I might just pull a hammy
I know its coming so it ain't no need to rush it
Police came so the dope
in the chain
He's a 6"2, brawler cat -- nickname Bolo
Caught beef with his man so he had to go dolo
But that was a no no
You know the code
to the days with the picnics in the pre-K
Won't you please stay
Here just escape from the police state
Live free with me,
Cuz I'm freakin' ridiculous,
Seekin'
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
the passenger seat
Riding hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood
Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could
Man, it's me, once again it's that
kicked in her door, and there they shot her dead
Or Philando Castile, driving his girlfriend home from a meal
Stopped by police and shot dead, sitting
hamstring
Just embrace what's in this Suitcase
I'll meet you at the steeplechase
Or you rather the holy land
Or no mans land
Or Stay here and get life for
(ha) said she wanna ride 'pon my bike
Said she won't give it up
Without putting up a fight (woo)
Every ting run good in the night
'Til the police surface
the hands of the black man
In the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in."
Mister mister officer, mister officer, mister sergeant
Just
Refugees yo.. all you say
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered
Couple niggas dying sick of turning up at funerals
Police got me fucked up got me locked up in the juvenile
Got my momma crying cus she just wanted
as okay
They can't believe I've kept my storage in another suitcase
For this long, another thanks before I'm leaving for home
Already left that shit long
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