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I’m black in the whip Lean back in the whip Watch that powder, don’t sniff, Lil homie Government the biggest drug dealer, Lil homie Ronald Reagan had the bricks, Lil homie Rest in peace to all the folks killed Blood in the streets and I feel that for real My emotions went numb But, I feel that for real I feel that, for real Black in the whip Lean back in the whip Watch that powder, don’t sniff, Lil homie Government the biggest drug dealer, Lil homie Ronald Reagan had the bricks, Lil homie Rest in peace to all the folks killed Blood in the streets and I feel that for real My emotions went numb But, I feel that for real I feel that Don’t fill me in Don’t put me on ‘Nother life lost ‘Nother soul gone 'Nother son that gotta get on his own Fend for his self What’s it gone take for the cops to stop killin’ us? Adrenaline buildin’ up I might just get me a stick and Go handle ‘em Phones out phones out That’s the new bodycam I’ll kill a cop then put it on Instagram See how many likes I get See if the algorithm populate that America said "pull yourself up by yo bootstrap" I said, bet, where you get the boots at, huh? Black lives matter, oh yea, you ain’t know? You just found out? Just caught the tempo? Where was y’all at ‘bout 5 years ago? When fam almost got shot By the cops Guns to the temple Drawn like a stencil He made it out Now, he actin’ real different Half of these people just lookin’ for clout The other half probably just feelin’ real guilty Know what I feel? Slavery symptoms All in my mental Never detached from within Never detached from this skin America knows We reaped what it sowed If I was a slave I woulda hopped off the boat Hit the dry land Go make a plan Free all my people that’s shackled in hand Too much to cover I gotta transcend I gotta stand out, aye nah I can’t blend Finance and freedom, that go hand in hand Two grand in stock, you can check dividends Pray for a brotha, you hear what I’m sayin’ That's why I’m black in the whip Lean back in the whip Watch that powder, don’t sniff, Lil homie Government the biggest drug dealer, Lil homie Ronald Reagan had the bricks, Lil homie Rest in peace to all the folks killed Blood in the streets and I feel that for real My emotions went numb But, I feel that for real I feel that, for real Black in the whip Lean back in the whip Watch that powder, don’t sniff, Lil homie Government the biggest drug dealer, Lil homie Ronald Reagan had the bricks, Lil homie Rest in peace to all the folks killed Blood in the streets and I feel that for real My emotions went numb But, I feel that for real I feel that Payin’ Uncle Sam, I hate that for real Another white man with his hand in my grill So many people folded on me I creased Saints went marchin’, I laced up my cleats We gone revolt Oh, they don’t want smoke? They gone sell hope But, my homies in the 2-5 They gotta trap and sell dope I tried to show ‘em It’s way better roads Am I a hypocrite? Probably so All that I know I hit the bank Can’t get a loan I take that money Go get a phone Learn how to flip Ain’t talkin’ spatula We don’t pay tax, Lil bruh Illegally speakin’ Man, I got some homies that’s businessmen Them boys magnificent Movin’ that like product like Amazon Trapped in the streets, they immortalized I was dodgin’ cops at 16, no lie Me and Tommy Fomo in the mall Got profiled Went home and told my mama She said, son, get used, that’s normal She said, son, get smart, and I got it Only black kid in the classroom So, they probably thought that I sold narcotics Now my swag they paste they copy Cool pose, they can’t crack me, I’m polished Whoo yeah, can’t crack it, I’m polished Tired of being humble Tired of being modest Tired of being nice Tired of sayin’, I’m alright ‘Cause we been distracted for centuries They got me thinkin’ my brotha my enemy They got me thinkin’ ‘bout endin’ me Tentatively speakin’ I’m tired of these internet gangstas Just sendin’ memes Got a lil folder in my car So, I ain’t gotta reach if pulled by the cops Homie stepped out for a jog Couldn’t help but think what they did to Ahmaud Couldn’t wear hoodies after Travyon died murdered Police stole my life No doubt, 2-5, gone ride Whole fam gone slide, cry, hold up City on fire, hol' up Fam gone ride, slide, hold up Fam gone ride, slide
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