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  • Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free

    [Intro]
    We could be free
    If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
    One thing I believe I could learn
    To see my enemy as my brother
    Then we could be free, truly
    And love could wash away our sorrows
    I’m not afraid to bleed
    If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

    [Verse 1]
    One day I dream of telling my momma
    "You ain’t gotta work no more"
    Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
    As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
    Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
    My blessings
    Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
    While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
    Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
    They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
    So we think we live in hell
    It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
    But

    [Bridge]
    Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
    Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
    And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
    In those times I try to remember

    [Hook]
    That we could be free
    If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
    One day, I believe I’d learn
    To see my enemy as my brother
    Then we could be free, truly
    And love could wash away our sorrows
    I’m not afraid to bleed
    If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

    [Verse 2]
    I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
    I don’t want a vigil by candle light
    I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
    I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
    Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
    Momma cryin’ at an open casket
    Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
    All dressed up for Sunday masses
    Pastor said put faith in God
    But faith alone can’t make things right
    Who the fuck is you to patronize
    Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
    Why they flood Baton Rouge?
    Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
    Why, why, why, why?
    I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
    What the fuck I got to lose?
    So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
    You fools, saying "all lives matter"
    But it’s black lives you refuse include
    Blocked from the polls
    Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
    And cops keep blowing and blowing
    Keep black people locked into cotton
    They don’t want you to own, but

    [Bridge]
    Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
    Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
    Who am I in my place
    To contemplate suicide?
    In those times I try to remember

    [Hook]
    That we could be free, truly
    If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
    But I believe I’d learn
    To see my enemy as my brother
    Then we could be free, you and me
    And we could wash away our sorrows
    I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
    We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

    [Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
    Love (love)
    Love (love)
    To love my enemy as my brother
    (yeah yeah yeah)
    Make my enemy my brother
    Woah, oh, oh, oh
    Enemy my brother


  • Kevin Gates Is Back To Making Music First Video Of Rapper Surface

    Kevin Gates is back home and already he is working on some new music.

    The number one rule for rappers getting out of prison is to strike while the iron is hot. Kevin Gates has been trending on Twitter since his release from prison on Wednesday so what better time to drop some new music. Akademiks posted a video showing the Baton Rouge rapper at his home with some friends listening to some unreleased music.

    Kevin Gates also posted a simple message for his fans on Instagram saying, “I’m him.” His fans on Twitter have been celebrating his return home but it’s still not clear when we will get some new music. Gates was sentenced to 30 months in prison for a gun charge in Illinois last year but only served 9 before he was released on parole. As a condition of his probation, he cannot be in possession of any firearm and music be supervised at all times.

    At the very least we can expect an album from the Louisiana rapper this year now that he is free to hit the studio.

    #kevingates officially out of prison and back home.

    A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akadmiks) on Jan 10, 2018 at 2:28pm PST

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  • Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free (On The Late Show) (Live)

    [Intro]
    We could be free
    If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
    One thing I believe I could learn
    To see my enemy as my brother
    Then we could be free, truly
    And love could wash away our sorrows
    I’m not afraid to bleed
    If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

    [Verse 1]
    One day I dream of telling my momma
    "You ain’t gotta work no more"
    Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
    As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
    Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
    My blessings
    Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
    While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
    Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
    They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
    So we think we live in hell
    It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
    But

    [Bridge]
    Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
    Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
    And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
    In those times I try to remember

    [Hook]
    That we could be free
    If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
    One day, I believe I’d learn
    To see my enemy as my brother
    Then we could be free, truly
    And love could wash away our sorrows
    I’m not afraid to bleed
    If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

    [Verse 2]
    I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
    I don’t want a vigil by candle light
    I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
    I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
    Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
    Momma cryin’ at an open casket
    Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
    All dressed up for Sunday masses
    Pastor said put faith in God
    But faith alone can’t make things right
    Who the fuck is you to patronize
    Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
    Why they flood Baton Rouge?
    Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
    Why, why, why, why?
    I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
    What the fuck I got to lose?
    So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
    You fools, saying "all lives matter"
    But it’s black lives you refuse include
    Blocked from the polls
    Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
    And cops keep blowing and blowing
    Keep black people locked into cotton
    They don’t want you to own, but

    [Bridge]
    Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
    Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
    Who am I in my place
    To contemplate suicide?
    In those times I try to remember

    [Hook]
    That we could be free, truly
    If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
    But I believe I’d learn
    To see my enemy as my brother
    Then we could be free, you and me
    And we could wash away our sorrows
    I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
    We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

    [Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
    Love (love)
    Love (love)
    To love my enemy as my brother
    (yeah yeah yeah)
    Make my enemy my brother
    Woah, oh, oh, oh
    Enemy my brother


  • Fwck the police x10 – Boosie Badazz lyrics

    Lyrics Boosie – Fwck the police x10

    This goes to that motherf*cker who just maced my niece
    Them motherf*ckers who just took a million dollars worth of jewelry from me
    It’s on now, motherf*cker
    It’s all on now, motherf*cker.((Fwck the police x10)

    Dear police, are you afraid? (Are you afraid?)
    What have you been taught at that academy to be afraid? (Scared a*s b*tch)
    Why you gon’ shoot at the hand, die for the lick (tell me that)
    Why you get shoot for the blacks, chasin’ they head (you call police)
    What if your job got shot down for no reason? (What if that your job?)
    He had no gun, hands up, shot for no reason (you dirty b*tch)
    They charge him, said they gon’ convict him, I don’t believe (I don’t believe)
    Protect and serve, they don’t do it, so we don’t need ’em.

    pus*y b*tches, pigs in trainin’
    You b*tches dangerous, look in the mirror, y’all are f*ckin’ [?]
    pus*y b*tches, I hope you rot in hell
    Hope you get f*cked in that cell, motherf*cker
    pus*y b*tches, look how they do us niggas
    They wanna act like we wrong, when we shoot them b*tches
    Without that badge, you a b*tch in a hat
    You pus*y a*s nigga with a gun
    f*ck your pus*y a*s, f*ck your captain too
    You need a headshot, b*tch, for your sons.

    They the biggest gang in the world
    They do the coldest things in the world
    They ask me how I feel ’bout the cops gettin’ shot
    Eye for eye, two for two versuri-lyrics.info
    You don’t give a motherf*ck what they do to you
    If they can line ’em all up, they’ll shoot the crew
    Like the tosser cops, she a crazy b*tch
    Inmates listen up, please do me a favor, rape the b*tch
    I’m at the point where I hate this s**t
    I’m at the point where I can’t take this s**t no more, nigga
    If anybody on the news tryna take off for ’em
    I ain’t watchin’ your show, you a hoe, nigga
    Baton Rouge, Baltimore, ..
    It’s goin’ brazy, b*tch down, get retarded
    We gotta show ’em that black lives matter
    It’s no love for the chief in the casket.

    pus*y b*tches, you know that you wrong
    You shoot for no reason, you come in our homes, they don’t wanna leave us alone
    pus*y b*tches, you committin’ these murders
    You scared and you nervous, your purpose is murder
    You pus*y b*tches, I hate you with all of my heart
    I hate how you look in ’em suits, I hate how you walk in ’em boots
    I hate your whole family, b*tch, you ain’t no grown man, you a b*tch
    I hope that your daughter, she suckin’, the blackest of blackest of d*cks.

    b*tches got me mad and I’m turnt up
    They do it in your city, f*ckin’ burn it up
    Don’t stop, man, run, better get the f*ck
    Like Tip say, man, it’s either them or us
    Tell me this, why you shoot that man?
    Wake up, it’s the Klu Klux Klan
    They just took the white s**t off they head
    And put another color suit on instead
    They kill two of us niggas every week
    Leave us dead, stinkin’ in the street
    Say we was a threat to they a*s
    But they lyin’ ’cause it’s on TV
    And the rules that they got for the law
    When them b*tches go to court, they gon’ walk
    If the police every ask you a question
    Don’t talk, they a interview.

    pus*y b*tches, I hope that you die
    I hope you get put in the alligator pit and eaten alive
    pus*y b*tches, I hope you don’t sleep
    I’m f*ckin’ your daughters real hard in they asshole, I’m the policeee.((Fwck the police x10)
    Boosie Badazz lyrics
    Video police


  • T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
    Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
    I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
    He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
    Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
    Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
    Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
    Been fightin’ too long against haters
    My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

    [Verse 2: Rara]
    Live from the cracks of the concrete
    12 try to take a nigga off the street
    Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
    Take a nigga life when you face down
    Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
    Gun by the window like Detroit Red
    Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
    And bet a nigga ass end up dead
    Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
    Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
    Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
    Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
    Hangout the G like free Meek
    Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
    Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
    That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
    And you know it

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that you nervous? (damn)

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    Black man
    Running from the law like Pac-Man
    Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
    Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
    Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
    When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
    He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
    Too many felonies on my jacket
    All of my brothers turn to assassins
    We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
    Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
    In the graveyard back then
    I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
    You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
    Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
    Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
    White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
    Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
    Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
    Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
    That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
    If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
    Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
    But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
    Black man

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 4: T.I.]
    Police see I got my hands up
    Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
    They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
    And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
    Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
    Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
    Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
    Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
    My message to America, felon or death here
    The liquor we die, we just substances left here
    First you put us in a small hood
    And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
    And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
    Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
    Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
    You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
    We say black lives matter, you say all lives
    But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
    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 no nonsense
    You doin’ wrong just to run shit
    One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
    Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
    You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
    And you know what you did for who how much you really care
    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 have a

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?


  • T.I. – Blackman (feat. Meek Mill, Quavo & Rara) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
    Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
    I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
    He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
    Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
    Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
    Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
    Been fightin’ too long against haters
    My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

    [Verse 2: Rara]
    Live from the cracks of the concrete
    12 try to take a nigga off the street
    Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
    Take a nigga life when you face down
    Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
    Gun by the window like Detroit Red
    Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
    And bet a nigga ass end up dead
    Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
    Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
    Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
    Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
    Hangout the G like free Meek
    Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
    Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
    That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
    And you know it

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that you nervous? (damn)

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    Black man
    Running from the law like Pac-Man
    Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
    Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
    Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
    When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
    He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
    Too many felonies on my jacket
    All of my brothers turn to assassins
    We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
    Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
    In the graveyard back then
    I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
    You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
    Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
    Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
    White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
    Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
    Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
    Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
    That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
    If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
    Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
    But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
    Black man

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 4: T.I.]
    Police see I got my hands up
    Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
    They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
    And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
    Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
    Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
    Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
    Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
    My message to America, felon or death here
    The liquor we die, we just substances left here
    First you put us in a small hood
    And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
    And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
    Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
    Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
    You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
    We say black lives matter, you say all lives
    But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
    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 no nonsense
    You doin’ wrong just to run shit
    One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
    Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
    You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
    And you know what you did for who how much you really care
    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 have a

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?


  • T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) letras

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
    Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
    I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
    He said, “We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up”
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
    I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
    Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
    Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
    Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
    Been fightin’ too long against haters
    My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

    [Verse 2: Rara]
    Live from the cracks of the concrete
    12 try to take a nigga off the street
    Make the gun sound now for Mike Brown
    Take a nigga life when you face down
    Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
    Gun by the window like Detroit Red
    Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
    And bet a nigga ass end up dead
    Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
    Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
    Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
    Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
    Hangout the G like free Meek
    Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
    Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
    That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
    And you know it

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that you nervous? (damn)

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    Black man
    Running from the law like Pac-Man
    Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
    Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
    Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
    When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
    He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
    Too many felonies on my jacket
    All of my brothers turn to assassins
    We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
    Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
    In the graveyard back then
    I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
    You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
    Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
    Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
    White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
    Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
    Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
    Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
    That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
    If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
    Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
    But I’mma die just like motherfuckin’ Julio
    Black man

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?

    [Verse 4: T.I.]
    Police see I got my hands up
    Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
    They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
    And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
    Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
    Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
    Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
    Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
    My message to America, felon or death here
    The liquor we die, we just substances left here
    First you put us in a small hood
    And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
    And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
    Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
    Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
    You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
    We say black lives matter, you say all lives
    But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
    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 no nonsense
    You doin’ wrong just to run shit
    One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
    Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
    You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
    And you know what you did for who how much you really care
    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 have a

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?
    Black man, drop 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?
    It is because that I’m perfect?