STRICTLY 4 MY R.V.I.D.X.R.Z. (S.4.M.R.) Denzel Curry

[Intro]
Niggas these days is ready to shoot a nigga instead of poppin' a cop
Well, these niggas, I'ma tell 'em how it is my nigga
Comin' from my mouth, strictly for my Raiders

[Verse 1]
This song goes out to the motherfucking cops and to the po-police
Wanna see you pop a nigga, wanna see you kill a nigga, no justice, no peace
Know niggas wanna grab that gauge around that motherfucking Blackland
CC where I be, motherfuckers 'round here wanna kill a black man

[Bridge]
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us

[Verse 2]
Niggas wanna talk that shit
Always sayin' you a gangsta, but real niggas know you a bitch
Had a couple homies that hit a couple licks
That what you expect when you never had shit
Growin' up in the mothafuckin' slums
With a fuckin' gun to your mothafuckin' gums
Then pop a nigga in his mothafuckin' lungs
Two shots and you dead, your little ass is done
Increase with the skill, right now it's fuck how you feel
The way I get to it, you get chills
Niggas they claimin' they trill
All because they rockin' a slug and they grill
Quit faking the phonk, immortal words from my nigga Key
Bitch, I could rock a pink shirt, polka dot hat and still do me
Real nigga to the letter, Goddesses, they gettin' wetter
When niggas get out of line with the real, the semi just might bless ya
But coppers wanna take your life more than you wanna take mine
Let's start a revolution. everybody, grab a nine, bitch