Luke White on the beat
You ever seen a n!gga hung with a gold chain?
I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but n!ggas like the task force
Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
N!ggas ask for peace in a riot then bring violence
'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent
What's the justice in sayin', "Fxck it," and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin', n!gga I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But sure, you'd rather hear me say
"Fxck the black prejudice, let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant views"
And etcetera, knives thrown, damage 'em, lives blown
Oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won't dare say that you should stop the fxckin' ignorance
Murder ops, killin' sh!t, I'd enjoy the thrill of it
Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em
Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em, murder 'em, never heard of 'em
I could preach the peace but say, "Fxck it," and preach the murder
'Cause this ain't fxckin' life that we livin', go 'head and grab the extension
Beget another one: uncle, cousin, brother, son
Glory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of the innocence
But in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance
Blasphemous, killin' our own, murderin' black—
We see, I see, death before the children
White guys and white girls hanging from the buildings