Bentayga

I see ops in my face But I got the Almighty Anybody in the way getting smited Run my reparations You gone need some luck 40 Acres and a mule ain't enough I need a Bentayga, a Bentley truck Tell the crooked police they can bite the dust If they want the smoke yeah we got it Put yo fist in the air let them know we about it They don't want the smoke ,no joke They choke, they fold They crack right under pressure Raised his gun in front his badge I'm striking fear without an effort 12 Been a problem ever I was little I was 6 years old when I learned of acquittal So it's mother f*ck 12, f*ck the whole damn establishment At first, I was a little mad Now, I'm adamant My melanin rich Been destined to flip I'll be Kicking down the White House doors for reparations I need a Bentayga, a Bentley truck Tell the crooked police they can bite the dust If they want the smoke yeah we got it Put yo fist in the air let them know we about it Lead the revolution like I'm tired of being docile Fuel it with the truth like I was born to spit this gospel Target on my chest and my back I'm never cut slack And they say I'm always on attack When I'm chilling They killing up our children They paint themselves as victims even know they is the villains The evil walks among us Doctors, politicians Trade the hood for a badge Then get back to the mission First they murder in cold blood and get paid in celebration Then leave out crucial evidence, adding to aggravation The jury far from earnest, they know they serve a purpose Not guilty, as the gavel slams down with a verdict F*ck 12 Racist from it's conception Paradigm shiftin' they ain't here for our protection I need to channel anger, Lord give me direction I'll be airing it out 40 Acres and a mule ain't enough I need a Bentayga, a Bentley truck Tell the crooked police they can bite the dust And if they want the smoke, yeah we got it Put yo fist in the air let them know we about it I got a clip for every hashtag I'm armed to the teeth Minding my own black owned Now the pigs want beef And they shoot, I'd shoot back And as shells hit my feet I think how'd they'd love to kill a nigga like me I'm black on attack and I'm ready to blast Ready to snap on any black who feel the need to be last I won't stop til it's over and we have it our way Won't the team is equipped at bay Cause I'm ready to fight, seeing the light All the promises of what's to come Freedom, justice, peace all on my mind Until the war is won! I need a Bentayga, a Bentley truck Tell the crooked police they can bite the dust And if they want the smoke, yeah we got it Put yo fist in the air let them know we about it