Kunci: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Too many times I done been
hated on, by 5- 0
I wish all of you bitches would die slow
Am
I'm just trying to survive,
hoe, and feed my family
F
And I ain't killed nobody,
but still rough is how they handle me
Am
I ride one deep, suspended license,
and all
F
My middle finger out the window,
screaming, "Fuck the law"
Am
I know what you protect and serve,
not a god- damn thing
F
But give a nigga five years,
for blessing the crowd man
Am
They got me feeling Devin,
tell me, why they do us that way?
F
They got me searching for the
doja, in a doobie ashtray
Am
So I can cope with it, not trying
to travel up and smoke with it
F
My kinfolk in the maximum security,
Sick of "I'm missing you",
so here's what I'm finna do
F
Bounty hunting for badges,
fuck a bitch, I'ma dig a few
Am
The odds are against us,
because we black
F
So keep your weed in a stash spot,
and always be strapped
Verse 2
Am
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
F
Am
Make a nigga wanna blow
the badge off of ya
We been living hard,
so it won't be soft for ya
F
Fiending to see your blood,
Verse 3
F
Mr. Officer, crooked officer We just
Am
trying to feed our sons
Am
We been struggling to make
it in America too long
F
Am
All we wanna do is live our life,
Verse 4
search, 45 minutes,
what the fuck you looking for?
F
I roll on 24's, so the dope, man,
is what they get me for
a nigga can't ride nice
harassed, and facing 25 to life
Am
I wish I could make a citizen's arrest
F
Knock the busters in the hole,
and blow the badges up off of they chest
Am
Controlled substance on the ground,
and it just had to be mine
F
Fucking with me about weed,
and they look blacker than mine
Am
Six months for getting caught
up, with a soldier strap
F
They'll put the felonies on me, but
That's why they proud
to be an American
F
What about my Negro people? Look
how they stare at them
With evil eyes,
Am
they hang a brother daily G
our modern day slavery
Am
We ain't picking cotton no' mo' bitch,
we picking off cops
F
Negro life in association,
we issuing out Glocks
Verse 5
Am
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
the badge off of ya
F
so it won't be soft for ya
Fiending to see your blood,
until you cough it up
Verse 6
Am
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
F
We just trying to feed our sons
and daughters, sir
Am
We been struggling to make
it in America too long
F
All we wanna do is live our life,
and be left alone
Verse 7
Am
I put my hands up too slow,
F
and I got shot in the back
Thrown in the back of the paddy wagon,
left to ride in the pack
Am
What about my medical condition?
"It's some bullshit"
F
We don't give a damn if you die,
one less nigger to deal with
Am
Ask me why I don't give a fuck
about the police
F
'Cause all they offer is the penitentiary,
with no peace
Am
They planting dope on niggas,
just to get a commission
F
And if we don't cooperate,
it'll be a longer stay in prison
Am
Everytime I had a flat,
they'd just pass me by
F
And if I was laying on the ground,
they'd never ask me why
Am
But when I'm looking great,
and rolling in something they can't pronounce
F
They looking for any reason,
not to let a nigga bounce
Am
Whether ex pired registration,
or inspection stickers
F
The only thing be on they mind
is "we gon' get them niggas"
Am
And it don't matter if we working,
on a 9- to- 5
F
We rerouted by the system, facing 99
Verse 8
Am
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
F
Am
Make a nigga wanna blow
F
so it won't be soft for ya
Fiending to see your blood,
Verse 9
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
F
Am
We just trying to feed our sons
Am
We been struggling to make
it in America too long
F
All we wanna do is live our life,
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