Black man, drop top, that go to cops, that go to cops, that go to cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? Is it because it don't perfect? Ridin' down 85.3 in the mornin' Why you put me off? I said, you smell marijuana? I said, I got a ID, yeah, I got glaucoma He said, we ain't in Cali, nigga, get out, throw your hands up Runnin' real hard, shake the taser, runnin' real hard, shake the taser I told the king we split up, we gon' shake him Nigga, hit my phone when you made it Out of here, P.J. to Jamaica No, I ain't gon' take it wrong, get the paper Been fightin' too long against haters My attitude, yeah, I'm goin' for the shader Live from the cracks of the concrete 12, try to take a nigga off the street Let the gun sound off of Mike Brown Take a nigga life when you fade down Heard the gang strong like Trey Bonne Gun by the window like Detroit red Bring that *** round the neck of my wood And I felt a nigga's ass end up dead Pig in a blanket, *** what you think? Feel that nigga bowl seat Runnin' at the pole, leave him level with a slow leaf Right inside D.C., tryna keep it vellin' like D.C. Hangin' out the Jeep like Freakneek Kill a nigga reachin' for a cell phone Heard him tell his mama he ain't comin' home The wine stand scrapped all summer long Black man, drop top That go to cops, that go to cops, that go to cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? Is it because that you nervous? Black man, runnin' from the law like Pac-Man Tryna throw the raw in the trash can Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam Mugshot on the news, he a madman When all he did was tattoo the runnin' cash in Defeated kids in jail, hope he wasn't crackin' Too many felonies on my jacket All of my brothers turned to assassins We seen too many brothers get put in caskets Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies In the gray y'all back then I went from sittin' on cops to the cashman You should've seen how I flossed on them last year Two Mac-Backs and I had a bad year Young niggas count money like the cash, yeah White man wanna pack me like I'm UNO Niggas wanna see me at my funeral He better have my own homie wanna do me though Layin' on my dog crib like I'm Snoopy though That my nigga, I ain't even wanna do it though If I don't do his ***, I know he gon' do me though Cause he broke and he trippin' by the stupid hoe But I'ma die just like mother***in' Julio Black man, black man Drop the top, there go the cops There go the cops, there go the cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? Is it because that I'm perfect? Police, see I got my hands up Still wanna kill me, they don't understand though They be lookin' for a reason just to shoot me They wanna do me, how they do us in the movie? How they do it out in Baton Rouge? I'm Ferguson or Florida or Baltimore, they make excuses Like I did it cause I thought he had a pistol Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim I'm Mr. 2 America, fell in the death field Elected, we died, we just suckers to left field First you pulled us to the small hood And then you beat us and you treat us like it's all good And then you shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally Kill a nigga, no penalty, they can do that *** legally Bet I can make that dick 40 shoot You kill me, my nigga be more than some Ryan and Lou Man, we say black lives matter, you say all lives But y'all ain't the one gettin' hall-tied, persecuted, executed One day it gon' be time for retribution Hope you don't ever see your son in an institution I know karma is constant and God ain't on your side Ain't no nonsense, you doin' wrong generation One day the time gon' run out for that dumb *** Ain't no deception tryna get in heaven You gettin' there, I bet it's on your merit And you know what you did for who I'm what you really cared And what you really felt He gon' deny the opportunity to unify with people who look similar to you and I Cause he don't wanna help a black man, drop the top They go to cops, they go to cops, they go to cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? Is it because that you nervous? Black man, drop the top They go to cops, they go to cops, they go to cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? Is it because that I'm perfect?