Breakfast of Champions Jean Grae & Quelle Chris

[Intro]
Ma'am?
Shots fired
Shots fired
Shots fired
Shots fired

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
I woke up, ate my breakfast, a plate full of posts and texts
Saw somebody else got shot up, this time by some cops in Texas or Virginia
Can’t remember, can't keep count
They rope a doping, tryna wear down my emotions
B-but if they just abided they'd be cool
If they say "jump" you say "how high?"
You know what's wrong, you say alright, and don't you look them in the eyes, boy
Be quiet, boy, sound familiar huh boy? (Pause)
Or you'll find yourself quote-unquote martyred for the cause
A mural on the wall
A hashtag for teen white kids to troll for angry response
It's bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
It's bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
You just another angry nigga shoutin', what you pressin'?
Why you poutin'?
Why we still singing 'We Shall Overcome' in the 2000s?
Devil's tryna turn this car around, but we’ve been asking "are we there yet?" for the last 400 miles