Babylon (2020) / Story Time

Lights on the field
We been gettin' used to rollin' dice on the field
Money over everything that life in the field
Police come around, that's why I keep the steel
Try my life it'll get you killed, yeah

'Cause I been runnin' for a long time, long time
Yeah, I been runnin' for a long time, long time
'Cause I been runnin' for a long time, long time
Yeah, I been runnin' for a long time, such a long time

Yeah, I swear it's 2020 Babylon, the cameras on
The niggas in the Oval Office babel on
The parties keep on crashin' on, police keep on blastin' on
I'm dashin' on 'em, screamin' fuck them niggas with the badges on

Told my generation that we shootin' back
Soon as he up that tool, I know just what to do with that
Soon as he make that move I -, then be through with that
Shit finna get burnt down this time, man I'm true to that

Aye, I might catch that case (catch that case)
You ain't from this side, you need to back that way (back that way)
Mother fuck the opps, I might just grab that K (grab that K)
Shooters on the block, so put that badge away (put that badge away)

Hands to the sky, it don't even matter 'cause they aimin' for your head dawg
Lucky if they leave a nigga sleepin' in the Feds dawg
Ain't no way around it, we gon' have to take they heads off
We at the edge y'all, yeah, yeah

Too much trauma over commas, and I put that on my momma
Blackin' out since the Obamas, yeah, yeah
Fuck a reason, bitch I'm heated
Pullin' up in this two-seater, air it out, and DVD it, yeah
(Why?)

'Cause I been runnin' for a long time, long time
Yeah, I been runnin' for a long time, long time
'Cause I been runnin' for a long time, long time
Yeah, I been runnin' for a long time, such a long time

Yeah, I swear it's 2020 Babylon, the cameras on
The niggas in the Oval Office babel on
The parties keep on crashin' on, police keep on blastin' on
I'm dashin' on 'em, screamin' fuck them niggas with the badges on

Yeah, I been runnin' for a long time
Yeah, I been runnin' for a long time

Ah, life as a black male
Feelin' like I'm constantly oppressed or I'm blackmailed
But I won't play the victim, this world turned me to a villain
I pray they don't catch me slippin'
I let it off in these writtens, I'm pissed off

And I ain't too fond of the media
'Cause they don't make this shit easier
The shit you find funny, I consider it wack
Like white kids on the Gram that pretend to be black
Please, I walk up in the room, and I can feel 'em starin'
Lookin' at me sideways, queuein' up the questions

Like my answer gon' speak for my whole fuckin' race
You got the nerve to be askin' me in the first place
That was 8th grade, I was sittin' in class
The book had the word "nigga" and my teacher had asked
All the kids gathered 'round, and I could still hear 'em laugh
To this day I regret that I gave 'em a pass, damn



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Writer(s): James Alex Allen Iv
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