Too many times I done been had it on by five, ho
* your badge,
I wish all of you bitches would die
So I'm just tryna survive,
ho,
and feed my family
And I ain't kill nobody,
but still rough is how they handle me
I ride one D, suspended license and all
My middle finger out the window screaming,
* the law
I know what you protect and serve, goddamn thing
But get a nigga five years for less than a gram
And it got me feeling dead and tell me why they do us
that way It got me searching for the doge in a booby-ass
train So I can go with it, not tryna travel up
and smoke with it Like you're folking an extreme security,
but
no,
bitch,
if nigga I'm missing you So here's what I'm finna do,
buy me hunting
for badges,
* a bitch,
I'm a bit few The odds are against us because we wack,
so
keep your pen and stash tight And always,
G,
too many times I done been
had it on by five,
ho * your badge,
I wish all of you bitches
would die So I'm just tryna survive,
ho,
and feed my
family And I ain't kill nobody,
but still rough is
how they handle me Too many times I done been had it on by five,
ho * your badge, I wish all of you bitches
would die So I'm just tryna survive,
ho,
and feed
my family And I ain't kill nobody,
but still rough is
how they handle me I ride one D,
suspended license and all
My middle finger out the window screaming,
* the law
I know what you protect and serve,
goddamn thing But give a nigga five years for this and the gram,
man
The villain Devin,
tell me why they do us that way He got me
searching on a doge in a booby-ass train
So I can go with it,
not tryna travel up and smoke with it
Like you're folking an extreme security,
but no,
bitch,
if nigga I'm missing you
So here's what I'm finna do,
buy me hunting for badges,
* a bitch,
I'm a bit few
If all the odds are against us,
it's cause we black So keep your weed
in a spaz spot and I'll be strapped
Mr. Officer,
crooked officer Make a nigga wanna pull a badge off
Fake love,
we been living hard,
so what won't we solve?
Fake love,
fiending to see your blood and cheeky collar
Famous but we still out, look at all
Slur,
slur,
we just tryna feed our sons and daughters
Slur,
slur,
we been strutting it,
tell me you get them
Illegal search,
45 minutes,
what the * you looking for?
I rolled on 20 rolls so the young man is
what they took me for and that's a shame
A nigga can't ride nice without getting harassed,
got face and 35 to name
I wish I could make a citizen's dress,
lock them bustas in the hole and blow badges up off of they chest
Control surface on the ground and it just had to be mine
Fuckin' with me about that weed and they just laughing,
buying *** money For getting all the blood sold,
you strapped
They'll put the feeling in some group and keep the road
safe and sound That's why I'm proud to be an American
What about my negro people?
Look how they stare at him with evil eyes
The hang up on the day,
gee The judicial system is our modern day slavery
We ain't got no cotton no more,
bitch We picking off cops,
negro white from the association
Picking you and I to block
I'm Mr. Officer,
crooked officer Make a nigga wanna pull a bad job,
I ain't love
We been getting hard so it won't be slow,
I ain't love Feeding the sea of blood and taking the cold,
I ain't love
Mr. Officer,
crooked officer We just tryna feed our sons and daughters
Slur,
slur,
we been strutting it,
tell me you get them
Very good to be on while we on it,
but I might be the only one
I had my hands up too slow when I got shot in
the back Rolled in the back of the paddy wagon,
left a rod in the back What about my medical condition?
It's some bullshit We don't give a damn if you die,
it's one less trigger to deal with Ask me
why I don't give a * about the police?
Cause all they offer is the penitentiary with no peace They flatten
dope on niggas just to get a commission And if we don't cooperate,
it'll be a long-lasting prison Now by the time I had a flat,
they just passed me by
They ain't wanna grind,
they never ask for rock But when I'm looking great and rolling and
something they want for lost They looking for any reason not to
let a nose pass Five-five registration on inspection stickers The
only thing on their mind is we gon' get the niggas And it don't matter
if we working on the 95 The railroad is by the system facing 99
Mr. Officer,
crooked officer Make a nigga wanna pull a bad job,
love,
love We've been living hard to it,
won't be sob,
love,
love Feeding the CIA,
blood and teeth,
foul,
lit,
love Mr. Officer,
crooked officer We just trying to feed our sons and daughters,
love,
love We've been struggling since I'm getting married,
too long Probably wanted to go to court,
but now you leave me hanging
Chop a lot,
OG raw scene,
Ricky R