Police Brutality Hotboii
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[Intro]
(Do you want smoke?)
(ForeignGotEm)
(We want all the smoke)
Double-O, lil' baby
[Chorus]
Why I got all this money if I can't enjoy none of it?
I knew problems was comin', 'cause one thing 'bout money, them problems, they comin' with it
And lately, I don't know how to feel
Are you with me 'cause you with me or you see dollar bills?
Salay got killed by an officer (He gone)
So how they gon' blame me before they blamin' him?
[Verse 1]
Tryna turn me a suspect, y'all the ones who made 'em victim
Y'all the ones who fired them shots, stop tryna fuck my imagе up
Still gon' cuff him when he dead, huh? And hе tried to pick him up
Can't let this shit go over my head now, gotta fight it, it's a must
Police brutality
Growin' up Black, scared of these cops, that's how it be
I ain't got nothin' on me, but still might high-speed
I can't let no officer be the reason I'm not breathin'
'Cause I gotta be here for my son
I wanna be the one who teach him, yeah, never run, never give up
The only thing that's rare is trust, so never love
And for this shit we take a stand, no marathon
(Do you want smoke?)
(ForeignGotEm)
(We want all the smoke)
Double-O, lil' baby
[Chorus]
Why I got all this money if I can't enjoy none of it?
I knew problems was comin', 'cause one thing 'bout money, them problems, they comin' with it
And lately, I don't know how to feel
Are you with me 'cause you with me or you see dollar bills?
Salay got killed by an officer (He gone)
So how they gon' blame me before they blamin' him?
[Verse 1]
Tryna turn me a suspect, y'all the ones who made 'em victim
Y'all the ones who fired them shots, stop tryna fuck my imagе up
Still gon' cuff him when he dead, huh? And hе tried to pick him up
Can't let this shit go over my head now, gotta fight it, it's a must
Police brutality
Growin' up Black, scared of these cops, that's how it be
I ain't got nothin' on me, but still might high-speed
I can't let no officer be the reason I'm not breathin'
'Cause I gotta be here for my son
I wanna be the one who teach him, yeah, never run, never give up
The only thing that's rare is trust, so never love
And for this shit we take a stand, no marathon
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