| [00:00.168][Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] |
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The world don't love us and the hood be hating |
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Destroy the minds of the kids we raising |
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Babies having and killing babies |
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The cops patrol daily when they made me |
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This lil nigga drive Mercedes, huh |
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They wanna take my fingerprint even though my license be straight |
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They think it's fake, my name regis-straight |
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They want me riled up and catch a case |
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Said I resisted to a heavyweight |
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And said I attacked 'em when I get shattered face |
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Bruh I'm just tryna feed my daughter eggs |
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Working late at 12 hour rate |
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Nigga gotta escape |
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I'm shakin' this place, no matter how many damn L's I take |
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Or F's I get, we strive for excellence |
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The cops supposed to protect the streets, but who protecting us from them? |
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My pen got me above the rim |
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Black creative mind jumping out the gym |
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Life flashed cause your Dayton don't spin |
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Hands up, 'fore they take one out again |
| [00:56.525][Chorus] |
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Hey now, don't shoot |
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Hands up, don't shoot |
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Too drunk, don't shoot |
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Headshot, don't shoot |
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What you really know about the people? |
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You don't really know about the people |
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You don't even know what make the pain go away |
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No, you don't really understand the peaceful |
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You can't even figure how to see folk |
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Can you even feel what we say? |
| [01:27.362][Verse 2: Too $hort] |
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You mother****ers want some |
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Everywhere I go they banging |
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Where you from? What you claimin'? |
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Bitch ass nigga, you wish you could |
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Throw your set up in the air and bang your hood |
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You from the ghetto, they don't know you on my turf |
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Bang right now, get your bitch ass murked |
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In the club turning up, better not throw it up |
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Gang politics bout to get you ****ed up |
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Always twistin' up your fingers |
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Lil homie right behind you, he a real gang banger |
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No tattoo tears but he a hitter |
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You just a tough mother****er on Twitter |
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Don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga |
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You throwin' signs up, he got his hand on the trigger |
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You on your phone 'bout to lose your life to a shooter |
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Get killed for some shit that you typed on a computer, bitch! |
| [02:15.701][Chorus] |
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Hey now, don't shoot |
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Hands up, don't shoot |
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Too drunk, don't shot |
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Headshot, don't shoot |
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What you really know about the people? |
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You don't really know about the people |
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You don't even know what make the pain go away |
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No, you don't really understand the peaceful |
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You can't even figure how to see folk |
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Can you even feel what we say? |
| [02:46.414][Verse 3: Joyner Lucas] |
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Joyner, yeah, yeah, hol' up, hol' up |
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Look, I used to wake up in the morning, had to work and catch the bus (Joyner) |
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Just me and my sister, no one sitting next to us (Next) |
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I was dropping music but I couldn't catch a buzz |
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Used to do it cause I need it now I do it just because |
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This is my director's cut, Tarantino (Woah) |
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I need you to point me to the plug, Al Pacino (Hey) |
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I don't trust you suckers with your hobbies, that ain't me, though (That ain't me, though) |
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Bunch of undercovers, y'all some Bobby Valentino |
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This that East Coast, this that heat though, this that kilo |
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This that Migos, Bad and Boujee shit, that freak show |
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This that peep hole, I see through y'all, this that repo |
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Take your bitch and play some Keno |
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I'm a hero, Captain Save-A-Hoe in Speedos |
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I speed through y'all, this that speed boat, I found Nemo |
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Hope if they shoot me they ready to kill |
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They doing life and they ready to squeal |
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Bitch I'm the devil, you're not on my level |
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And you 'bout to find out if heaven is real |
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I know y'all dead shot got roaming the plastic |
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Get left in the grass when I run through your field |
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What they gone do, put them heaters on you |
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Niggas screaming "Don't shoot" when we all in your grill |
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(Joyner, Joyner, yeah) |
| [03:35.475][Chorus] |
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Hey now, don't shoot |
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Hands up, don't shoot |
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Too drunk, don't shot |
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Headshot, don't shoot |
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What you really know about the people? |
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You don't really know about the people |
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You don't even know what make the pain go away |
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No, you don't really understand the peaceful |
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You can't even figure how to see folk |
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Can you even feel what we say? |
