LYRICS:
VERSE ONE:
Yesterday, I was ridin down the highway...
Da bul rollin on the low low...
I'm on the run, and my rearview...
...Pulled over by the po-po...
And I don't know why, he pulled over my car, for...
I'm thinkin bout buckin, he open my car door...
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car, or...
Bounce on the devil, get the FLUCK up outta there...
A nikka on the humble, can't chill. I'm a felon, wanted...
Just saw the news, got the blues. Wanna SET IT on em...
Paranoid, thinking should I pull the metal on him...
Split second...SKRRT & hit the pedal on him.
Still remember, what they did to Tre...
My nikka ran, and all they did was spray.
Pigs give away bullets, so I clipped the K...
But luckily, I wanna live today.
I woke up this morning, turned on the news...
Got bombarded, by the fukkery...
Between Donald Trump or a Clinton, nikka?
fukk BOTHA y'all, if it was up to me...
They goin overseas, throwin bombs up.
Back home, killin nikkas wit they arms up...
Then UnConstitutionally, con us, wit poor conduct. My nikkas, ARM UP.
Gotta show these muthafukkas we ain't playin this year...
It's near genocide, how they hangin us here..
The prisons overcrowded, and they makin us fear,
Cuz the system really hate us, they ain't make it unclear.
They killed the leaders, tryna break us all...
Wanna do me like Pac, don't wait too long...
No disrespect to K. Dot or Cole, but if u ain't riding, I'ma take the fall.
My nikka...
HOOK:
Uh...nikkas dying wit no resolution.
Police perpetrate another execution.
Won't protect and serve, but they do hella shootin.
I been goin crazy, hope I never lose it.
Huey Huey, feeling hella Newton.
They neglect the hood then kill us dead for lootin.
Think we overdue, for a revolution.
I know...You sick and tired of the bullshyt...
Even God, know it's BULLshyt...
That's why my people getting registrations,
Just to ride around, wit dem FULL CLIPS...
And plus jail, we gotta duck shells.
They putting us, through too much Hell...
So now it's fukk 12, fukk 12, fukk 12, nikka
VERSE 2:
...Now I ain't saying, shoot the police....
But they would rather see a brother hurt or...
...On the ground like Eric Garner...
He reach for it, gotta do him like I'm Uncle Murda...
...Do em dirty like I'm Beanie Sigel.
Or Tupac, in '9-3...
Wit all this toast, I got a Dej LOAF...
Now why the fukk, they wanna TRY ME?
MY COUNTRY, shytted on me...
Can't protest, even if it's calmly...
If you Black or Brown, they don't want peace...
That's why my pistol stay in arms reach...
Now I'm gassed up, you nikkas on E...
Really really, nikkas ON E...
Trippin, sippin lean...chasing Molly,
When they STILL hangin nikkas, like laundry.
Da fukk y'all mean?...fukk the government...
fukk the judge, and nikka fukk YOU...
If you got a problem, all the cops corrupt...
So holla at THEM. I'm just corrupt TOO.
All my nikkas militant...Sun Tzu...
And If I have a son, I train my son too..
If you catch a felony, they take your rights...
So don't let the system, corrupt YOU.
Now the Muslim brothers getting profiled...
And Mexicans is dying in the South
But fukk ya color, cuz we ALL brothers...
They brought us here, then wanna kick us out...
The shyts NOT a game...nikka we ALL targets.
Sitting ducks, until the LAW sparkin.
What da fukk you say?...I beg y'all pardon?
BLACK LIVES MATTER...but we ALL marching.
Muthafukkas...
HOOK
Gangbangers welcome. No static or 
Video will be shot early August. 
NOW. This not 4 you, b.
