[00:00.168][Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
[00:11.687]The world don't love us and the hood be hating
[00:13.904]Destroy the minds of the kids we raising
[00:15.761]Babies having and killing babies
[00:17.587]The cops patrol daily when they made me
[00:20.134]This lil nigga drive Mercedes, huh
[00:21.827]They wanna take my fingerprint even though my license be straight
[00:24.860]They think it's fake, my name regis-straight
[00:27.475]They want me riled up and catch a case
[00:29.512]Said I resisted to a heavyweight
[00:31.594]And said I attacked 'em when I get shattered face
[00:34.205]Bruh I'm just tryna feed my daughter eggs
[00:36.337]Working late at 12 hour rate
[00:38.443]Nigga gotta escape
[00:39.683]I'm shakin' this place, no matter how many damn L's I take
[00:42.943]Or F's I get, we strive for excellence
[00:45.029]The cops supposed to protect the streets, but who protecting us from them?
[00:48.262]My pen got me above the rim
[00:49.969]Black creative mind jumping out the gym
[00:52.434]Life flashed cause your Dayton don't spin
[00:54.744]Hands up, 'fore they take one out again
[00:56.525][Chorus]
[00:57.288]Hey now, don't shoot
[00:59.738]Hands up, don't shoot
[01:02.451]Too drunk, don't shoot
[01:05.032]Headshot, don't shoot
[01:07.884]What you really know about the people?
[01:10.779]You don't really know about the people
[01:13.572]You don't even know what make the pain go away
[01:18.812]No, you don't really understand the peaceful
[01:22.281]You can't even figure how to see folk
[01:24.901]Can you even feel what we say?
[01:27.362][Verse 2: Too $hort]
[01:29.338]You mother****ers want some
[01:31.797]Everywhere I go they banging
[01:33.639]Where you from? What you claimin'?
[01:35.444]Bitch ass nigga, you wish you could
[01:38.455]Throw your set up in the air and bang your hood
[01:41.184]You from the ghetto, they don't know you on my turf
[01:44.559]Bang right now, get your bitch ass murked
[01:46.831]In the club turning up, better not throw it up
[01:49.491]Gang politics bout to get you ****ed up
[01:52.247]Always twistin' up your fingers
[01:55.322]Lil homie right behind you, he a real gang banger
[01:58.086]No tattoo tears but he a hitter
[02:00.505]You just a tough mother****er on Twitter
[02:03.422]Don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
[02:06.177]You throwin' signs up, he got his hand on the trigger
[02:09.301]You on your phone 'bout to lose your life to a shooter
[02:12.297]Get killed for some shit that you typed on a computer, bitch!
[02:15.701][Chorus]
[02:16.408]Hey now, don't shoot
[02:18.704]Hands up, don't shoot
[02:21.406]Too drunk, don't shot
[02:24.135]Headshot, don't shoot
[02:27.054]What you really know about the people?
[02:29.846]You don't really know about the people
[02:32.702]You don't even know what make the pain go away
[02:38.100]No, you don't really understand the peaceful
[02:40.744]You can't even figure how to see folk
[02:43.556]Can you even feel what we say?
[02:46.414][Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
[02:47.032]Joyner, yeah, yeah, hol' up, hol' up
[02:48.687]Look, I used to wake up in the morning, had to work and catch the bus (Joyner)
[02:51.806]Just me and my sister, no one sitting next to us (Next)
[02:54.663]I was dropping music but I couldn't catch a buzz
[02:57.549]Used to do it cause I need it now I do it just because
[03:00.414]This is my director's cut, Tarantino (Woah)
[03:02.898]I need you to point me to the plug, Al Pacino (Hey)
[03:05.653]I don't trust you suckers with your hobbies, that ain't me, though (That ain't me, though)
[03:08.585]Bunch of undercovers, y'all some Bobby Valentino
[03:10.762]This that East Coast, this that heat though, this that kilo
[03:12.622]This that Migos, Bad and Boujee shit, that freak show
[03:14.802]This that peep hole, I see through y'all, this that repo
[03:17.028]Take your bitch and play some Keno
[03:18.444]I'm a hero, Captain Save-A-Hoe in Speedos
[03:20.535]I speed through y'all, this that speed boat, I found Nemo
[03:22.609]Hope if they shoot me they ready to kill
[03:23.977]They doing life and they ready to squeal
[03:25.450]Bitch I'm the devil, you're not on my level
[03:27.031]And you 'bout to find out if heaven is real
[03:28.332]I know y'all dead shot got roaming the plastic
[03:29.813]Get left in the grass when I run through your field
[03:31.230]What they gone do, put them heaters on you
[03:32.494]Niggas screaming "Don't shoot" when we all in your grill
[03:33.839](Joyner, Joyner, yeah)
[03:35.475][Chorus]
[03:35.679]Hey now, don't shoot
[03:37.641]Hands up, don't shoot
[03:40.421]Too drunk, don't shot
[03:42.850]Headshot, don't shoot
[03:46.359]What you really know about the people?
[03:48.887]You don't really know about the people
[03:51.632]You don't even know what make the pain go away
[03:57.197]No, you don't really understand the peaceful
[03:59.917]You can't even figure how to see folk
[04:02.651]Can you even feel what we say?