Vintage 150 (feat. Tyson Blue)

Put some intellect on your mind, open up your partially blind
The revolution is an evolution of the constitution of our niggadom
Our country, my race, we love some of the bread and cheese
Fat rats, get swollen, the ego in the pockets, blew it all just to feed fat cats

Careful what you ask for, karma will come back for you
Greed inside us, feed us more
Good vibes follow me home, two shots straight to my dome
Feel so ready to go, feel so out of control
I think I need to slow down, I think I need to slow down

Cruisin' round the city in my vintage Monte Carlo
Pushin' bout 150 makes it hard for them to follow
When them coppers ready got two choppers on my left
I would have to plead not guilty, that's a real hard pill to swallow

Cop lights follow me home, two shots straight to my dome
Feel so ready to go, feel so out of control
I think I need to slow down, I think I need to slow down

These cops are on the loose, and they looking for a young brother to shoot
I hope I'm not the one they choose, just because my skin is a different hue
I am no different than any other, my only crime is my skin color
But they come up with a racial profile, and woo woo, not there go the sirens
I'm feeling helpless in the fight, evacuating each and every right
Just cause I'm young and black at night
They tryna give me time and take my life
There is so much confusion, no resolution, restitution, breaking the constitution
Greed and corruption, it all be brewing, new level
I'm a rebel in a revolution

Careful what you ask for, oh oh oh oh, karma will come back for you, oh oh oh oh
Greed inside us, feed us more, oh oh oh oh, uh, that's why, come on

Cruisin' round the city in my vintage Monte Carlo
Pushin' bout 150 makes it hard for them to follow
When them coppers ready got to chop us on my love
I would have to plead not guilty, that's a real high penalty, swallow.



Credits
Writer(s): Jaimz Mallett
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