Cops Want Us Dead
Don't wanna get gunned down
Block too hot and the sun's out
Cops just shot lil bruh nem
High speed chase on the 110
Trey died last June shit unfair
Cash rules everything when it's so rare
Niggas been dopein all year
Feel like I don't belong here
I'm the nigga you hit up for bread
I'm the nigga that might end up dead
For not bangin blue or claiming red
I'm the goat I just ain't claimed it yet
Cut yo head off and hang it there
If God choosey as fuck
I pray I'm In
If God choosey as fuck
We pray amen
I'm from the 562
I'm in this shit
I been da shit
If I said it then I meant the shit
I'm Grizzly
White tee
Cut it on some Memphis shit
Y'all niggas playin you ain't with the shit
Y'all be smokin reggie
I don't get that shit
Ballin like I'm Reggie just to get a win
Bushwick couldn't push a whip
White t on my Pusha shit
Pussy boy I know you pussy whipped
Pussy trash
Head good as shit
I might buy her nails for this shit
I might go to hell for this shit
Screamin fuck 12 you a bitch
Been that boy since 12
Since a jit
No ID
Feelin like I'm JID
All this here as real as it gets
Off the meds
Back on my shit
Mirror on da wall
Can I ball till I fall
I done seen it all
You'z a fraud I'm appalled
Get up off my balls
I'm too raw ain't no pause
Tell me who to call
Is it God
Is it God
Wait
Block too hot and the sun's out
Cops just shot lil bruh nem
High speed chase on the 110
Trey died last June shit unfair
Cash rules everything when it's so rare
Niggas been dopein all year
Feel like I don't belong here
I'm the nigga you hit up for bread
I'm the nigga that might end up dead
For not bangin blue or claiming red
I'm the goat I just ain't claimed it yet
Cut yo head off and hang it there
If God choosey as fuck
I pray I'm In
If God choosey as fuck
We pray amen
I'm from the 562
I'm in this shit
I been da shit
If I said it then I meant the shit
I'm Grizzly
White tee
Cut it on some Memphis shit
Y'all niggas playin you ain't with the shit
Y'all be smokin reggie
I don't get that shit
Ballin like I'm Reggie just to get a win
Bushwick couldn't push a whip
White t on my Pusha shit
Pussy boy I know you pussy whipped
Pussy trash
Head good as shit
I might buy her nails for this shit
I might go to hell for this shit
Screamin fuck 12 you a bitch
Been that boy since 12
Since a jit
No ID
Feelin like I'm JID
All this here as real as it gets
Off the meds
Back on my shit
Mirror on da wall
Can I ball till I fall
I done seen it all
You'z a fraud I'm appalled
Get up off my balls
I'm too raw ain't no pause
Tell me who to call
Is it God
Is it God
Wait
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Writer(s): Robert Chatman Iii
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