Going Crazy
Revolution is upon us make them all scatter
I can hear them Screaming Black lives matter
Black lives matter you should write it down
Or paint it on the street in the middle of town
Naw naw naw ain't no justice ain't no peace
Spill our blood in the streets ain't no love for the beast
You can give us death or you can give us liberty
Police will kill a brother given any opportunity
We will never bend and we will never bow
To my brothers that we lost you in Gods hands now
Shout out to Chicago shout out Est. St Louis
I fought every day and every day I had to do this
I grew up in poverty as part of my evolution
Now I'm well invested and nested over the shooter
Takes a certain counter to counter certain maneuvers
Takes a certain caliber nigga to be a soldier
Shot out to my people in the hood going crazy
Statement You can show me love or you can hate me
Frankly I'm a get this money till they take me
Middle finger to the world I am what you made me
Middle finger to the 12's you will never play me
I can feel the scars still left over from slavery
Finger on the trigger politicin' with the safety
Rolling on the e-way faded I'm saying
The way they kill incarcerate a brother make'm useless
Single mother trying to raise a man but she losing
Since the shorties leading they self out of confusion
Now it's all renegade blocks drill music
Niggas Know the burner is dirty and still use it
Niggas know the Feds is watching and still moving
12's know he ain't got a gun and still shoot'em
Judge know he a innocent man and still do'em
Chicago We taught early be a rider
See the opposition dip back & stick one inside'em
If you should stumble pick it up cause you a survivor
Black in America my nigga you a survivor
Free my nigga Primetime free my nigga Shakes
Free them niggas in there that's in there holding they weight
Depressing repressive oppressive American state
Show them white supremacist ain't no escape
Shot out to my people in the hood going crazy
Statement You can show me love or you can hate me
Frankly I'm a get this money till they take me
Middle finger to the world I am what you made me
Middle finger to the 12's you will never play me
I can feel the scars still leftover from slavery
Finger on the trigger politic'n with the safety
Rolling on the e-way faded I'm saying
I do this fa my niggas defiant toting that Iron
And niggas in kitchens catching cases cooking fa clients
Live and direct from the county shackled with Iron
Society selling them cells but I ain't buying it
Black you will never ever get a crumb up out this country
Beat a nigga down yo and leave a nigga hungry
Take a nigga job man yo he gone move to robbery
Flood the hood with product well now we got a economy
Drug wars used to fund the police
Yeah defund the police or there will never be a peace
We need justice for Floyd and Breonna Taylor
We need white America to look up in the mirror
Same county that affords you your comfortable lives
Same county that was built on Uncomfortable lies
Open ya eyes my people getting down in the struggle
Keep ya fist in the air my people we stay hungry
Shot out to my people in the hood going crazy
Statement - You can show me love or you can hate me
Frankly I'm a get this money till they take me
Middle finger to the world I am what you made me
Middle finger to the 12's you will never play me
I can feel the scars still left over from slavery
Finger on the trigger politic'n with the safety
Rolling on the e-way faded I'm saying
I can hear them Screaming Black lives matter
Black lives matter you should write it down
Or paint it on the street in the middle of town
Naw naw naw ain't no justice ain't no peace
Spill our blood in the streets ain't no love for the beast
You can give us death or you can give us liberty
Police will kill a brother given any opportunity
We will never bend and we will never bow
To my brothers that we lost you in Gods hands now
Shout out to Chicago shout out Est. St Louis
I fought every day and every day I had to do this
I grew up in poverty as part of my evolution
Now I'm well invested and nested over the shooter
Takes a certain counter to counter certain maneuvers
Takes a certain caliber nigga to be a soldier
Shot out to my people in the hood going crazy
Statement You can show me love or you can hate me
Frankly I'm a get this money till they take me
Middle finger to the world I am what you made me
Middle finger to the 12's you will never play me
I can feel the scars still left over from slavery
Finger on the trigger politicin' with the safety
Rolling on the e-way faded I'm saying
The way they kill incarcerate a brother make'm useless
Single mother trying to raise a man but she losing
Since the shorties leading they self out of confusion
Now it's all renegade blocks drill music
Niggas Know the burner is dirty and still use it
Niggas know the Feds is watching and still moving
12's know he ain't got a gun and still shoot'em
Judge know he a innocent man and still do'em
Chicago We taught early be a rider
See the opposition dip back & stick one inside'em
If you should stumble pick it up cause you a survivor
Black in America my nigga you a survivor
Free my nigga Primetime free my nigga Shakes
Free them niggas in there that's in there holding they weight
Depressing repressive oppressive American state
Show them white supremacist ain't no escape
Shot out to my people in the hood going crazy
Statement You can show me love or you can hate me
Frankly I'm a get this money till they take me
Middle finger to the world I am what you made me
Middle finger to the 12's you will never play me
I can feel the scars still leftover from slavery
Finger on the trigger politic'n with the safety
Rolling on the e-way faded I'm saying
I do this fa my niggas defiant toting that Iron
And niggas in kitchens catching cases cooking fa clients
Live and direct from the county shackled with Iron
Society selling them cells but I ain't buying it
Black you will never ever get a crumb up out this country
Beat a nigga down yo and leave a nigga hungry
Take a nigga job man yo he gone move to robbery
Flood the hood with product well now we got a economy
Drug wars used to fund the police
Yeah defund the police or there will never be a peace
We need justice for Floyd and Breonna Taylor
We need white America to look up in the mirror
Same county that affords you your comfortable lives
Same county that was built on Uncomfortable lies
Open ya eyes my people getting down in the struggle
Keep ya fist in the air my people we stay hungry
Shot out to my people in the hood going crazy
Statement - You can show me love or you can hate me
Frankly I'm a get this money till they take me
Middle finger to the world I am what you made me
Middle finger to the 12's you will never play me
I can feel the scars still left over from slavery
Finger on the trigger politic'n with the safety
Rolling on the e-way faded I'm saying
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Writer(s): Dalton Brown
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