Granny Pack a .38 (feat. Abib Jahleel)

Oh AmeriKKKa Swear that bitch a predator Steal won't give you credit nah And still give us credit no For building with our backbone The concrete that you stand on The money that yo hands on The honey from yo ransom The one you pull yo badge on The one you put yo fears on Don't ever put yo hands on Or you get gone get that fair one The black one with the skin tone Will no longer be shot down We rolling up with shotguns And we gone lock this block down They rolling up with glocks now Done came to far to stop now My heart don't pump no kool aid No sugar or no fruit cake No sigma or no Boule I two step it my own way A nigga wit a attitude and bet I get that pay day Niggas walkin Niggas talkin Puffin doddy I be rollin Pistol toting crackkka scoping Hate a nigga They be bussin Hate a nigga They be bussin Hate a nigga They be bussin Hate a nigga They be bussin Hate a nigga They be bussin The delusion of amerikkka Profits off hysteria This is not a marathon Race isn't everything If you will consider this They took all our youngest and our brightest and our pilots And they gave em all syphilis Please know who you dealing with This is to your benefit Focus in your penmanship Wisdom and your knowledge and acknowledge you will always be a target This is heartless This is war baby And the worlds gone war crazy They make you seem or make your world crazy Make it seem like you was born crazy This ain't your world baby But now you gotta make it yours baby That's real life shit...this is how the world made me My wife's a modern Corretta Scott King... courageous Young black and clever Beautiful as ever The key to my survival my rivals are not entitled I'm liable to grab the rifle