9pm in Quarantine

Woahhh
They got me on lockdown
Record a hundred records like I'm Pac now
I turn the news and another black shot down
I see his mama tears and I hear the gun sounds
What we gone do with it
Do with it
How we gone move with it
Move with it
I'm thinking like
This government den gone too far
I sit back and write these quarantine bars
But you don't hear me though

Oooh
Watch the wrist whipping
You know what I cook up in that kitchen
Got my mask on and still spitting
Log my website get subscription
Bout to fuck the game, this just tip in
Easy baby
Do this for a reason baby
For the hood and them peasy babies
Single mothers that do greasy labor
Cause they rather work then accept paper for them sleazy favors
I keep it uh
Buck one hunnit
And man
Fuck who want it
I lace my Jordans
And run it
If nani roll it
We blunted
If niggas shading
I sun it
These players kick it
I pun it
I baked it cooked it
And done it
It makes them sick
To they stomach
Aint no cure for that though
I'm just here to fill my stats bro
Oppose the killings of my black folk
Here's the number for my facts yo
They got me like

Woahhh
They got me on lockdown
Record a hundred records like I'm Pac now
I turn the news and another black shot down
I see his mama tears and I hear the gun sounds
What we gone do with it
Do with it
How we gone move with it
Move with it
I'm thinking like
This government den gone too far
I sit back and write these quarantine bars
But you don't hear me though

They say
I spit that boom boom pap
Man my pistol in this booth cocked back
If you talk that smack
Man
This new hip hop whack
The game called told me bring bars back
These the flows they lack
So went and bust uie
Have these newbies
In they hoopty
Bumping Lewie
And if ever you doubt me
Back up off me
Hardest in the game
You better tread softly
I like ya lil drive
But ya breaks faulty
Here's a cup of water bc I know my nuts salty
Sicker then a bitch
Corona virus coughing
Hustle like a crip
From Crenshaw and sluason
Every track I get
Guaranteed assaulting
Fly up in my drip
Leaky ass faucet
This industry fruity I'm sent here pause it
I come a long way from the mic in the closet

Woahhh
They got me on lockdown
Record a hundred records like I'm Pac now
I turn the news and another black shot down
I see his mama tears and I hear the gun sounds
What we gone do with it
Do with it
How we gone move with it
Move with it
I'm thinking like
This government den gone too far
I sit back and write these quarantine bars
But you don't hear me though

No haircut waves gone
But im still cooking up so my waves on



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Writer(s): Lewis Jordan
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