Pops in the ghetto, they move like Luka Stopper
Drunk off they power and greed,
they often hostile
My lil homie talk * back and they beat him bad
That boy in the hospital now, he lookin' bad
And on with his mama and dad, we lookin' sad
My own mama call me, say, baby, I'm J.Clad
They ain't puttin' they hands on my child or kill his ass
Please don't rap about that *,
or they murder your black ass
It's drones over Brooklyn,
your blinky can get chookin'
And now you understandin' the definition of crooked
Pigs on parade with bacon fried and cookin'
His kids tired of dyin' and walkin' around
like they shookin'
Cause we smoke sour to deal with the
paranoia That they charged by the hour,
can't hire
the Jewish lawyer Cause if you ain't gig or a puff,
you doin'
time And even then you might get teamed
You don't wanna look into my big crystal ball,
suck the future
Moonwalk through flames with a brain on stupid Camouflage
puppies will touch your tufts roughly Fluff your fly permanent,
fluff you up ruthless Then laugh while you hummin'
a tune of bruised movements That took a few
too many taps to prove lucid Everything compute,
now the truth is too tangled And even a satellite sees at
one angle Burners radiate smoke to all motionless Hope nah,
ha ha,
so down with that jokin' * So inappropriate,
right behind your ears is a white look Ta-da,
the sound of your hopelessness
Too from the ground risin' up on us Right
above the clouds is a shroud there to
smother us Make a sane man walk around with a blunderbuss
Peel another round,
make a sound that'll thunder us
Thunder us, thunder us, thunder us, thunder us
Do your * up
Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Do your * up
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey
Do your * up Hey,
hey,
hey,
hey,
hey,
hey,
hey,
hey,
hey
Do your * up Hey, hey