Rage LE$ (Texas) (Ft. ​blackbear)

[Verse 1: Le$]
Fuck niggas gettin' no love
No, I ain't quittin my drugs
Screamin' out, "Fuck the police"
Shit gettin' wild in them streets
And it feel like they kill a few of us a day
Pray you don't catch 'em astray
And if they don't hit 'em
They put in the system and lockin' their spirits away
Land of the free, home of the brave
Trapped in your mind, you still a slave
Ain't even trippin' 'cause you got them J's
How you got haters on minimum wage?
Postin' a picture and countin' your likes
Front like they not 'bout to cut off your lights
Kissin' your friend, what, you a dyke?
Swear all the blinded just caught up in hype
Versace, Versace, designer, designer
I'm fuckin' your bitch on some good marijuana
Up in the club, and I'm runnin' the streets
Only thing niggas be sayin' on beats
Ready for war, puff for my peace
Pipin' the game, know she a freak
Let a new nigga come hit every week
Homie, I'm fuckin' right now as I speak
[?]
You want a wifey? Nigga, you sweet
What we done told you 'bout lovin' these hoes?
You ain't heard Snopp? Back '94
Thinkin' with doggy style after the chronic
Track number two, so go listen, rewind it
[?] stop changin' the climate
Fuck wildin' out, we 'bout to ride, yeah
Part of the problem, all of 'em stylin'
But when it's petty, then they get violent
Standin' for somethin' suggests that you try it
See what you sellin' but not 'bout to buy it
Smoke and mirrors, propaganda
You ain't made it, fuckin' fake it
Blindin' by your own lies
They all caught up in the Matrix, uh