The Land
Ayy
(Junkie, turn me up)
(Sosa 808)
Yeah
Why the feds tryna build a case on me? (Damn)
Got a lot of pussy rappers hatin' on me (uh)
Lil' bad bitch off IG at the St. Regis waitin' on me (Gabbana)
I don't eat pork, but got a pocket full of bacon on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight out the trenches shinin'
Woah, woah, woah, woah, I walk in and change the climate (ice)
It's a cold world, make sure you keep your heat with you (for real, though)
Them same niggas that starved with you, let 'em eat with you (gang)
The police pulled me over for nothin', just because she racist (damn, man)
Two minutes later, it's five police cars
They got me face down on the pavement (goddamn, man)
Just 'cause I'm a black man in America (what about it?)
That's what give them permission to treat us terrible (hell nah)
They say this the land of the free (that's a lie)
It seem like the land of bullshit to me (yeah, yeah)
They say this the land of the free (uh-huh)
But it seem like the land of bullshit to me (uh)
Dior down to the socks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Motherfuckin' fuck the cops, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put big boy stones in my watch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In the drop ridin' with them chops, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They too smart, too ambitious, too dangerous and vicious (yeah)
Every day I wake up, I make rich nigga decisions
The first person in my family to run up the millions (woo)
You ain't one hundred, ain't got no morals
Then I don't want no dealings (uh-uh)
Stuffed 600 racks in the bookbag, I can barely fit it (woo)
Stuffed 600 racks in the bookbag and I could barely fit it (it's Dolph)
I keep pourin' lean to take away the pain, but I gotta quit it (it's Dolph)
I keep pourin' lean to take away the pain, I know I gotta quit it (uh-huh)
They say this the land of the free (that's a lie)
It seem like the land of bullshit to me (yeah, yeah)
They say this the land of the free (uh-huh)
But it seem like the land of bullshit to me (uh)
The police pulled me over for nothin', just because she racist
Two minutes later, it's five police cars
They got me face down on the pavement
Just 'cause I'm a black man in America
That's what give them permission to treat us terrible
They too smart, too ambitious, too dangerous and vicious
Every day I wake up, I make rich nigga decisions
The first person in my family to run up the millions
You ain't one hundred, ain't got no morals
Then I don't want no dealings
(Junkie, turn me up)
(Sosa 808)
Yeah
Why the feds tryna build a case on me? (Damn)
Got a lot of pussy rappers hatin' on me (uh)
Lil' bad bitch off IG at the St. Regis waitin' on me (Gabbana)
I don't eat pork, but got a pocket full of bacon on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight out the trenches shinin'
Woah, woah, woah, woah, I walk in and change the climate (ice)
It's a cold world, make sure you keep your heat with you (for real, though)
Them same niggas that starved with you, let 'em eat with you (gang)
The police pulled me over for nothin', just because she racist (damn, man)
Two minutes later, it's five police cars
They got me face down on the pavement (goddamn, man)
Just 'cause I'm a black man in America (what about it?)
That's what give them permission to treat us terrible (hell nah)
They say this the land of the free (that's a lie)
It seem like the land of bullshit to me (yeah, yeah)
They say this the land of the free (uh-huh)
But it seem like the land of bullshit to me (uh)
Dior down to the socks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Motherfuckin' fuck the cops, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put big boy stones in my watch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In the drop ridin' with them chops, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They too smart, too ambitious, too dangerous and vicious (yeah)
Every day I wake up, I make rich nigga decisions
The first person in my family to run up the millions (woo)
You ain't one hundred, ain't got no morals
Then I don't want no dealings (uh-uh)
Stuffed 600 racks in the bookbag, I can barely fit it (woo)
Stuffed 600 racks in the bookbag and I could barely fit it (it's Dolph)
I keep pourin' lean to take away the pain, but I gotta quit it (it's Dolph)
I keep pourin' lean to take away the pain, I know I gotta quit it (uh-huh)
They say this the land of the free (that's a lie)
It seem like the land of bullshit to me (yeah, yeah)
They say this the land of the free (uh-huh)
But it seem like the land of bullshit to me (uh)
The police pulled me over for nothin', just because she racist
Two minutes later, it's five police cars
They got me face down on the pavement
Just 'cause I'm a black man in America
That's what give them permission to treat us terrible
They too smart, too ambitious, too dangerous and vicious
Every day I wake up, I make rich nigga decisions
The first person in my family to run up the millions
You ain't one hundred, ain't got no morals
Then I don't want no dealings
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Parker, Adolph Thornton Jr
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