Militant Song

This here hit like it's cooked cocaine you know hard Moms on that glass Pops behind bars Merked big bro He ain't have the right squad Now he left to feed his sister can you picture the scars No room for pitty nah Just visions of cash getting When down to his last digit Hit the kitchen and whip it like it ain't listen Pistol gripping Looking for the one that hit bro Touch mine you gotta go just the code Go mode Labeled a lost soul Expected to be a angel him and satan share the same zip code You see the issue Uh huh See that's the way they planned it You winning they can't stand it That white that he pushing government issued Picture they paint incredible Leaving his own people scared of him Made in the image of God Yet they treat him like he a animal They Gave Vick 23 Meanwhile Zimmerman free And the cowards that killed Bre Put a fist in the sky Smoke in the breeze Coming for mine Ima take it by any means Blind spots never knowing who to believe Gang'll turn op with the greatest of ease Rather die on my feet than live on my knees Hammers and camouflage vest under the black tee Try to do it with peace and they swear that you wrong Flip the tone this that militant song Somebody help me understand it They love when you fake hate when you candid Smile in your face and plotting within so underhanded A mess Flow sharp as Gillette Owed us for years I'm just here to collect Ring dripping baguettes Nah I ain't asking but demanding respect Split a Dutch just to sit and reflect Too many good ones gone It's the green that's left One day they pick up your man Next day you calling collect You do the math Watch your circle it's the people that's closest that's sure to hurt you Seven deadly sins and greed and envy the worst two Loss or lesson Depending on your perspective Whether you battling cancer or facing the Smith & Wesson Death is a guarantee treat every day as blessing With every breath I breathe I'll be ducking corrections Peace to Bull City where the dream got sparked It Turnkey with every beat of my heart Ain't here to March Put a fist in the sky Smoke in the breeze Coming for mine Ima take it by any means Blind spots never knowing who to believe Gang'll turn op with the greatest of ease Rather die on my feet than live on my knees Hammers and camouflage vest under the black tee Try to do it with peace and they swear that you wrong Flip the tone this that militant song Put a fist in the sky Smoke in the breeze Coming for mine Ima take it by any means Blind spots never knowing who to believe Gang'll turn op with the greatest of ease Rather die on my feet than live on my knees Hammers and camouflage vest under the black tee Try to do it with peace and they swear that you wrong Flip the tone this that militant song This that militant song Flip the tone this that militant song Prodi went nuts on the beat Prodigal on the poem This that militant song Chea