Warzone
Fuck with your vision, nigga just listen
Pigs patrolling, pinpointing possible prey
They found a nigger, caught 'em slipping today
See what you don't understand, they b breaking the law
5-0 Here on the scene to correct the flaw
Resisting arrest equates to suicide by cop
Maybe pigs who do unlawful killings should meet a glock
Nah, they just go patrol other places
On payroll, from that KKK shit
Zimmerman get royalties in a sense, shit is sick
You innocent until proven guilty
Unless you're black, then it's
"What was doing there? You people have a track
Record of violence among your own, I'm stating facts
One was selling squares, that an illegal act
Why can't you just go to the store and a pack like a decent human being?
Racism ain't a thing"
If you think you're free, get out your dream
"If it ain't white, it ain't right
Ain't you supposed to be waiting on Jesus Christ? Nigger, sit tight
You don't wanna fist fight
I was trained by the army in the world boy
I'm saying you just might
Meet your maker
I can call 911 and they'll send them life takers
Engaging with me high risk
Are you going to take it?
I don't think you will
You niggers know yall place, yall know that yall will get killed"
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
I'm tired nigga
I had it
Being labeled as savage
They using my skin pigment to keep me under and ravaged
I'm always checking my mirrors
Watching the speed limit
They flick me, I'm pulled over
Got me fearful and timid
'Cause really, niggas be dying
I swear, I wish I was lying
They filling me full of bullets
Though clearly, I was complying
Y'all niggas gon' have to face it
These muthaphukkas is racist
And it hurts me to my soul
'Cause they do it in our faces
They yelling and belting your name
Every stranger claiming they love you
While they gentrify the culture
Making money off the struggle
Stepping out on the stage
Look how they scream and they shout
Good enough to entertain
But never enter your house
I have me a good time
I love to have me some fun
He's nothing like the thugs
He's one of the good ones
I'm Jefe, I ain't token
This racism got me open
Getting harassed as they pass
While I'm on my porch smoking
They wouldn't give us a loan
Told me to get my own
I Did everything that you told
You dropped bombs and it was gone
Killed my ancestors
Put 'em in pots to boil
Consumed the meat and gristle
Rubbed your skin with the oil
Whatever you wanna call it
Their actions are quite appalling
Skinned a man, made a wallet
Sold that bitch at an auction
Took everything from my people; erased it
It just figures
But from everything you stole
I'm keeping the word "Nigga", nigga!
And NO you can't say it
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Pigs patrolling, pinpointing possible prey
They found a nigger, caught 'em slipping today
See what you don't understand, they b breaking the law
5-0 Here on the scene to correct the flaw
Resisting arrest equates to suicide by cop
Maybe pigs who do unlawful killings should meet a glock
Nah, they just go patrol other places
On payroll, from that KKK shit
Zimmerman get royalties in a sense, shit is sick
You innocent until proven guilty
Unless you're black, then it's
"What was doing there? You people have a track
Record of violence among your own, I'm stating facts
One was selling squares, that an illegal act
Why can't you just go to the store and a pack like a decent human being?
Racism ain't a thing"
If you think you're free, get out your dream
"If it ain't white, it ain't right
Ain't you supposed to be waiting on Jesus Christ? Nigger, sit tight
You don't wanna fist fight
I was trained by the army in the world boy
I'm saying you just might
Meet your maker
I can call 911 and they'll send them life takers
Engaging with me high risk
Are you going to take it?
I don't think you will
You niggers know yall place, yall know that yall will get killed"
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
I'm tired nigga
I had it
Being labeled as savage
They using my skin pigment to keep me under and ravaged
I'm always checking my mirrors
Watching the speed limit
They flick me, I'm pulled over
Got me fearful and timid
'Cause really, niggas be dying
I swear, I wish I was lying
They filling me full of bullets
Though clearly, I was complying
Y'all niggas gon' have to face it
These muthaphukkas is racist
And it hurts me to my soul
'Cause they do it in our faces
They yelling and belting your name
Every stranger claiming they love you
While they gentrify the culture
Making money off the struggle
Stepping out on the stage
Look how they scream and they shout
Good enough to entertain
But never enter your house
I have me a good time
I love to have me some fun
He's nothing like the thugs
He's one of the good ones
I'm Jefe, I ain't token
This racism got me open
Getting harassed as they pass
While I'm on my porch smoking
They wouldn't give us a loan
Told me to get my own
I Did everything that you told
You dropped bombs and it was gone
Killed my ancestors
Put 'em in pots to boil
Consumed the meat and gristle
Rubbed your skin with the oil
Whatever you wanna call it
Their actions are quite appalling
Skinned a man, made a wallet
Sold that bitch at an auction
Took everything from my people; erased it
It just figures
But from everything you stole
I'm keeping the word "Nigga", nigga!
And NO you can't say it
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Grab the strap, get the drop
Throw molitofs up and down their whole fuckin block nigga (Whoop)
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Pye, Jaylen Creech
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