16 Shots VIC MENSA

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Ready for the war we got, our boots strapped
One hundred deep on State Street, where the troops at?
The mayor lying, saying he didn't see the video footage
And everybody want to know where the truth at
On the Southside, where it's no trauma centers but the most trauma
A lot of cannons, but you don't want no drama
I can't imagine if it was my own mama
Got her first-born son stole from her
He never had a chance, and we all know it's cause he Black
Shot 'em sixteen times, how fucked up is that?
Now, the police superintendent wanna double back
Cops speeding up to the block like a running back
Tension is high, man, these niggas is irate
You can see it in they eyes, they wanna violate
Screaming out "Oink oink! Bang-bang! Gang-gang-gang-gang
Murder, murder!" Murder they mind state
I just made me a mil' and still militant
This ain't conscious rap, this shit ignorant, nigga, hair trigger
Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun
When I cock back, police better run

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, eleven, fuck 12
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, eleven, fuck 12
Sixteen shots, and we buckin' back
Sixteen shots
Sixteen shots, and we buckin' back
Sixteen shots