You ever seen a n*gga hung with a gold chain
I rather sing about the same things
That we claim
Such is bashful
But n*ggas like a task force
Mobbin on the streets and robbin stores in ski masks, bruh
n*ggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
Cause it's a game of cat and mouse
And you gon bleed silent
What's the justice in saying "f*ck it", and grab the pump
Then kill a woman with many children, makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin
n*gga i reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems but brother they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence, and grow a pair
But, yo
You'd rather hear me say "f*ck black prejudice!"
Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant
Views and etcetera
Knives thrown
Damage them lives blown
Oblivion hole cold
Oblivious
I won't dare say, that you should stop the f*cking ignorance
Murder ops
Killing sh*t
I'd enjoy the thrill of it
Bath in blood of officers
Different corpses, offing them
Auction them
Don't you bark at them
Murder them
Never heard of them
I could preach the peace
But say "f*ck it" and preach the murder
Cause this ain't f*cking life that we living
Go ahead and grab the extension
Grab another one
Uncle, cousin, brother, send glory to all the chosen ones
That will rid you of the innocence
But in a sense
Innocent will soon behold the ignorance
Blasphemous killing our own, murdering black...