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  • 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?