Black Neighborhood
You ready?
Yeah
You know, you know
Crack head, smack head
Dead body, court room
Hospital, grandma
Drug deal, gun tucked
Hit list, Hip-Hop
Fence hop, Dice roll
Cardboard, cop car
Man, gun, dog sniff
Squadron, dark tint
Cold block, jail cell
No food, no lights
Big blunt, big kids
Six kids, no dad, one mom
Six jobs, boyfriend, black eye
Skip school, fuck hoes
Gold chain, new clothes
Old car, new rims
Bills late, rent due
Gang signs, gangland
Blood spilled, trash cans
Church spiel, hands pressed
Mugshot, don't smile
Leave outs, no money
Come back, your money
Spend that, blow money
Sell that, blow money
Rambo, jump shot
White out, Punt block
They'll say hip-hop
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, guns store
Foot locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
True true
Funeral
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, guns store
Foot locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
True true
Funeral
Gold grill, ice clean
Jordan, fight scene
Tear drop, tattoos
Light Orange jumpsuit
Muslim, white man
Barbershop, cookout
Kool-aid, curveball
Big smile, long cup
New house, old couch
Plastic, fist fight
Black boys, black belt
Black uh tree switch
Red ale, red bulls
Red nose, pit bulls
Red flag, blue flag
Red lights, blue lights
Green light, yellow light
Red light, drive-by
Black life
Black life
Why, why, why
Bible, bad tune
Needle, bathroom, TV
Dead cousin
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, guns store
Foot locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
True true
Funeral
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, guns store
Foot locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
True true
Funeral
Blackstar, black car, black bitch
Same nigga raise a black fist
Put crack in a black fist
Yeah that's that black shit
Sold dope in front of your house
Still went to Morehouse, big Black shit
Bigger, blacker, bolder like 'Shaft,' bitch
Ain't a cracker giving me the shaft, bitch
Nat Turner with a burner, he gonna need a graft, bitch
If black lives matter then you prove it
Grab a black Glock and make the copper face the music
They trying to tell me Mikey but your poppa was a copper
I tell them suck my dick because my auntie is Assata
And then I double down and tell them something twice as hard
Jesus is a fraud
The black woman is God
'Cause niggas ain't no martyrs if you ain't got no Coretta's
If you ain't got no Betty's and no Winnie Mandela's
And if you don't respect her
You're just like your oppressor
And maybe that's why we fucked up now
And we livin lesser
Yes sir (yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)
Yeah
You know, you know
Crack head, smack head
Dead body, court room
Hospital, grandma
Drug deal, gun tucked
Hit list, Hip-Hop
Fence hop, Dice roll
Cardboard, cop car
Man, gun, dog sniff
Squadron, dark tint
Cold block, jail cell
No food, no lights
Big blunt, big kids
Six kids, no dad, one mom
Six jobs, boyfriend, black eye
Skip school, fuck hoes
Gold chain, new clothes
Old car, new rims
Bills late, rent due
Gang signs, gangland
Blood spilled, trash cans
Church spiel, hands pressed
Mugshot, don't smile
Leave outs, no money
Come back, your money
Spend that, blow money
Sell that, blow money
Rambo, jump shot
White out, Punt block
They'll say hip-hop
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, guns store
Foot locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
True true
Funeral
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, guns store
Foot locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
True true
Funeral
Gold grill, ice clean
Jordan, fight scene
Tear drop, tattoos
Light Orange jumpsuit
Muslim, white man
Barbershop, cookout
Kool-aid, curveball
Big smile, long cup
New house, old couch
Plastic, fist fight
Black boys, black belt
Black uh tree switch
Red ale, red bulls
Red nose, pit bulls
Red flag, blue flag
Red lights, blue lights
Green light, yellow light
Red light, drive-by
Black life
Black life
Why, why, why
Bible, bad tune
Needle, bathroom, TV
Dead cousin
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, guns store
Foot locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
True true
Funeral
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, guns store
Foot locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
True true
Funeral
Blackstar, black car, black bitch
Same nigga raise a black fist
Put crack in a black fist
Yeah that's that black shit
Sold dope in front of your house
Still went to Morehouse, big Black shit
Bigger, blacker, bolder like 'Shaft,' bitch
Ain't a cracker giving me the shaft, bitch
Nat Turner with a burner, he gonna need a graft, bitch
If black lives matter then you prove it
Grab a black Glock and make the copper face the music
They trying to tell me Mikey but your poppa was a copper
I tell them suck my dick because my auntie is Assata
And then I double down and tell them something twice as hard
Jesus is a fraud
The black woman is God
'Cause niggas ain't no martyrs if you ain't got no Coretta's
If you ain't got no Betty's and no Winnie Mandela's
And if you don't respect her
You're just like your oppressor
And maybe that's why we fucked up now
And we livin lesser
Yes sir (yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)
Credits
Writer(s): Raphael Brown, Michael Render, Isaiah Libeau, Bobby Sessions
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