Oops (feat. Chocolate KNDY & REALLYJUSTBENNY)

Price tag on my head (Aye)
Nice bag on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped in my lead (Aye)
Third eye on the feds (Aye)
Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye)
I know that you wishing I was
Just draped and dripping in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
Price tag on my head (Aye)
Nice bag on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped in my lead (Aye)
Third eye on the feds (Aye)
Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye)
I know that you wishing I was
Just draped and dripping in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)

All black on my swag
White heads in my bag (Presidents)
Fuck a red, white in blue
Red green and black stripes on my flag (The homeland)
Dipping in a black jag (Panther)
Huey Newton of my class (Top of that)
Bobby 'cealed under the dash (Click)
Young Fundi in the pass (Whoo)
God the only being I fear (Uh)
Nigga we ain't come to fight fair (Nah)
Freddy H in the flesh (Yes)
Worst muh'fuckin nightmare
Boy you wouldn't last a night here (Never)
Holy war is on sight here (Forever)
Still purge when the night clear
No privilege being white here
Oww (Uh)
They sweating my style (Uh)
Young black proud (Uh)
Please don't act foul (Uh, uh)
Full clips load
Niggas sitting low
Tinted windows
In the rental (Long live)
Pac, Nip soul
Finna flip mode
Heart brick cold
Murder pen wrote (Whoo)

Price tag on my head (Aye)
Nice bag on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped in my lead (Aye)
Third eye on the feds (Aye)
Oops bitch I ain't dead (Nah)
I know that you wishing I was (Yeah)
Just draped and dripping in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)

They say it costs a half cent to kill a nigga
Nothin but a half cent to bury one
Family full of ghost niggas, go figure
But ima get em back baby, e'rry one
Throw it in reverse how you flip a song
Run the race back like a marathon
Ima bring to life what you sittin on
Something you could never get the rhythm on
And I'm on African goddess
Oshun in my spirit
Hope in my lyrics
You knew you could hear it
Wanna preach it like your rule is the truth
Don't believe it
It's a loop it's a tool
Like oops
What did I do
Wanted me to be your quiet lil fool
Say why ya mad
That we black and we back again
I am living and breathing
That's why you seething
Evil evident (Yeah)
Never do think that they helping you nigga
Federal niggas
Incredible niggas
That'll plant jiggers, pull up with some triggers
Rock ya to sleep (Sleep)
And take care of a nigga (Yeah)
Ancestors wanted better for me
Mad fences of protection for me (Yeah)
Pullin on my peace, Ima fill you with the dread
Push me to the edge, get to clipping up ya head like

Price tag on my head (Aye)
Nice bag on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped in my lead (Aye)
Third eye on the feds (Aye)
Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye)
I know that you wishing I was
Just draped and dripping in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
Price tag on my head (Aye)
Nice bag on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped in my lead (Aye)
Third eye on the feds (Aye)
Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye)
I know that you wishing I was
Just draped and dripping in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)

Oops I'm alive and well
You rather see me go die on film
Shot by the popo just lying still
So terrified when I'm buying steel
You seem surprised I survived in hell
Wanna keep me down (Down)
But you tried and failed
Start to starve a nigga
Oops, I'm gaining weight
So I'm dining well
Marcus Garvey wisdom
Oops, you tried it
Wearing all black got me flyer than pilots (Whoo)
I'm, guessing that space is my stylist
Black beard but I'm not a pirate
Slave masters in my pocket
Got their cage rattled, how ironic
Um, free man make deposits
The cement couldn't stop me
A rose that broke through the concrete
Yeah this country couldn't top me (Whoah)
Baseless Statements
Racist faces
Praising satan
Fakin' hatin'
Made to break me
So I'm
Praying patient
Bathe in greatness
Make 'em hate me
Paid in pastry
Cake no bakery (Whoo)
Hi bed
I'm home
Little do they know
My self control be their saving grace
It's known that they hate our race
Price on my head but I'm hard to kill
Jacob Blake

Price tag on my head (Aye)
Nice bag on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped in my lead (Aye)
Third eye on the feds (Aye)
Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye)
I know that you wishing I was
Just draped and dripping in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)

We are not here
To mourn
Brother Curtis
No, no no no see this
Is a celebration huh
Oh is God speaking to somebody in the house this morning huh
See, God said
This is not a time
Of sadness Jones family
This, is a time of rejoice
Why, you say well huh
I don't know what you know about Jesus Christ huh
But only royalty ascend to the glory of God
Ouww
Said I wasn't gone preach too much
We gone move it right along
At this time
We're gonna have a good friend of brother Curtis
To come on up
And speak a few words
Brother Samuel
If you please
Morning err'body
My name Sam
Curt
Curt was like a brother
Still can't believe bro down there
I'm sorry y'all
Y'all bear with me
I don't even have the words to say really I
If y'all don't mind if I could just
Just sing a lil som'n
Som'n Curt
A song that Curt made
Few years ago
Sing a lil piece of it
It-It's still
Still relevant in this time and
Unfortunately, it's a situation that
Directly hit home on him so
If y'all don't mind
You know, y'all just bear with me
I just wanna sing this for my brother one time man, please
This
Black face
Don't get no love
Where I'm from
They just hate me 'till
I hate myself and now
I can't help
But to
Watch me self-destruct, Oh Lord
Lord of you hear me
Can you save me
From
Me