Fight!

They should teach you don't talk
Police try to press you over phone calls
Don't walk
Police try to kill you over one fault
Don't drop
Said get on the ground, but they still shot
Shell shocked
Why you hitting kids with the buckshot?

Fuck cops
God-damn, thinking we should buck cops
Click pop
All the people want a little blood loss
Blood drops
Blame it on the man who let the gun cock
Fuck Trump
Presidential portrait is a mugshot
Mudslide, bitch, I'm Mud-kip

Hit a mud slap, Jug pack
Used to move the P's on the Amtrak
Dumb fast
Heard you need a plug
Well, I am that, get racks
Heard you needed drugs

(Well, I) I woke up on my fuck shit
Smoke a blunt
Kill the pain, it ain't enough
I can feel it in my blood
I feel like a loaded gun
I think I fake, bitch, I might
Bitch, I ain't afraid to fight
Pussy motherfuckers want to bark, but still they scared to bite

Talk shit, I might bust your lip
Boy, I don't give a fuck, bitch
Everybody duck quick
30 round, drumming on your block
Load the pump shot, catch a fade
Clear your tunnel vision with a blood clot of buckshot, bitch



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Writer(s): Spell Jordan, Spell Jordan & Wavy Jone$
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