6.21.20

Oh ya thought that i stopped
I am hip hop
But how im supposed to celebrate today with no pops
Hows im supposed to call up my bros and give em props
On the families they got
I be feeling like Spoc
Im outa space
Im outa reach
Been Cheech so long
Did i forget to be B
Have i been too kool
Too rude always a G
Never playing the fool
I just want to eat
And i aint even talking bout food
The cops the number 1 gang
I know you seen it on the news
Tryna get a win
They expecting us to lose
Fist held high while screaming fuck a truce
Giving me a headache
Just tell me the truth
Is it really our skin
Is it really our skin
Send your receipts to hell
Ya gone pay for these sins
Black lives matter must i say it again
Black lives matter smoke something

Breathe
Inhale Exhale
Smoke something
Breathe
Inhale Exhale
Smoke something

The gloves off now
The loves off now
They shook cause when im pissed
I sit with a smile
No coke though
Im smoking on ochos
California best i done seen it in boat loads
That real stink
Connected to the best
Bruce banner in real skin
I still play 4 keeps
So at the end i still win
Cold summer more like a cold year
Im pissing out cold beer
Letting down old tears
Cant hold nothing in
Still shake the world down with no fear
Hat to the back
Face death with blank stare
Told her no more games
We aint no reindeer
When im good im good
But when im bad im better
Its either now or never
Its all about the cheddar
So until they check us
We gon run these checks up
We gon throw these sets up
Aint no one better
We gon storm the weather
And smoke something bitch

Breathe
Inhale Exhale
Smoke something
Breathe
Inhale Exhale
Smoke something



Credits
Writer(s): Barry Dixon
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