(Pants) Tore Up [feat. Emyne]

We all walking round with our pants all tore up Youth gettin twisted cuz they parents all tore up Who gonna stop the party if the parents don't show up Who gonna start providing if them bands don't show up Watch out for the man man all the streets told us Next thing you know man, man gone roll up Bullet sliding outta the barrel that make you grow up Bullet slide up outta the gun then you go up (Tore Up) Pants all tore up (Tore Up) Pants all tore up (Tore Up) Pants all tore up (Tore Up) Pants all tore up My brother, sister, sibling hood traveling From first wear where I noticed wear and tear unraveling Rough day scuff fade bust through still selvedge it Thread down the leg leave I just wrangling My pant ain't long enough to make a cuff You think if I pant hard enough they wouldn't cuff But we saying we can't breathe is not enough They try us and tell us under hip Is underhand Hand me downs is all we had so you gotta understand You be rocking it as fashion With no memories attached We still rock it like a rock star When our pockets full of cash Made it rip when i hit my dance I gotta rinse they smell like gas I bust a run i hit a snag Now the denim and whats in em less intact Got rips from the ankle to the hip but still stand We all walking round with our pants all tore up Youth gettin twisted cuz they parents all tore up Who gonna stop the party if the parents don't show up Who gonna start providing if them bands don't show up Watch out for the man man all the streets told us Next thing you know man, man gone roll up Bullet sliding outta the barrel that make you grow up Bullet slide up outta the gun then you go up (Tore Up) Pants all tore up (Tore Up) Pants all tore up (Tore Up) Pants all tore up (Tore Up) Pants all tore up Teased, ripped, bleached, stripped, stained, patched, cut, roll up Bag, sagged down, skintight, pulled high, what up Teased, ripped, bleached, stripped, stained, patched, cut, roll up Bag, sagged down, skintight, pulled high, what up, what up, what up, wha- My pants sag down And I walk with a limp Cause I'm packin' Catching bodies with this shit on my hip Or at least that's what they think Don't know me from a can of paint But still gon try to tell you what I is and what I ain't Yo pants sag down I'ma criminal now If I ain't gotta suit or look like you I'm minuscule now Can't code switch and decode the system simultaneously Guess I'm changing something Wear a belt they'll cuff me so it's really changing nothing Pants sag like my brothers faces They hung from trees but present day we hang from tele-poles Only keep track of memes But no one has to see what happens oversees or even in their backyard Avoidance ain't hard But we don't trip we just rake the leaves And hate police And rip our jeans I wanna see more of my people fight for freedom Like my jeans ripped or stained Can't stand'em neat and blue My struggle gave me style Feels like I'm wearin' my truth We all walking round with our pants all tore up Youth gettin twisted cuz they parents all tore up Who gonna stop the party if the parents don't show up Who gonna start providing if them bands don't show up Watch out for the man man all the streets told us Next thing you know man, man gone roll up Bullet sliding outta the barrel that make you grow up Bullet slide up outta the gun then you go up Pants all tore up Pants all tore up Pants all tore up Pants all tore up