Ayy, put them C.O.B. flags in the air Cop, put em in the motherfuckin' air It's time to put the C.O.B. bandana back on The robocops killed Breonna Taylor in her sleep It's time to wake they ass up, smoke em out with the choppers Crooked goin' militant, uh, back on my *** again Back with some rap *** that I make happen at Captain Ill again Back to stack a mill again Touchin' a button, tuckin' my ceilin' in What tax bracket is that black gorilla in? All you need to know is I can afford ammo I'm like a sports channel, I put them shooters on your cork camera With a snap of the finger way before Thanos And get away in a Lambo, smooth as piano chord samples Splashin' my diamond rings, finer things If you dig the diamonds I give you, you can finally leave the minor leagues It's jewelry time, and I've been enlightin' G's Ever since George Floyd and Eric Garner been tryin' to breed You know how they do what's right, Malcolm X, you was right They care about a confederate statue more than a human life They abusin' our human rights, don't confuse me with Susan Rice I'm shootin' right at you in that statue, do my votin' totin' arugapipes Somebody go tell Mitch McConnell I'm a pistol aficionado He could go suck some dicks with Donald I'm killin' all that big bravado With the stick, then I go get my thick Chicano Chicken cobble, chillin' while she sip Moscato Niggas just kickin' it like Ninjago, y'all know I skip the bottle, but I still pour out liquor for my niggas that's in Chicago I don't have all the answers to our cancers, but something has to change The president acts deranged, can never just act his age I'm presently at the range, heavily strapped, ready to clap Whoever's actin' strange, with my tech and my calico This Cali ho, but I'ma turn this *** into the Alamo Shootouts injure, pull a tool out, get ya *** blew out, shoot quicker than Luau cinder Against a defender, you house niggas like Terry Crews Gon' meet with your master, though Say you ride for the culture, you better keep your word Crooked to shepherd, these other rappers are sheep, you heard? Just wanna push you off a building An empty and extended clip in your body Before you even reach the street and curb The way you fly off the building, you can compete with birds The crash landing, expanding your brains like some geeks and nerds They say actions speak louder than words I'ma make you eat your verbs This is Poisoner Hill, Mr. Purge See on me, the cop is back Put them bandanas in the air Wave them around, bandanas up The cop is back Boop, boop, boop, boop Murder