Testo Black Benz - YGTUT
Testo della canzone Black Benz (YGTUT), tratta dall'album Black Benz
Black folks was never equal where I come from
The cops will take you from your people if you ain't careful son
Martin Luther and Malcolm in they graves turning over
You a slave to persona, you just chasing an image
Tryna ball shooting shit that you know is way out your range
Living way past your limits, play it safe pay attention
I was you once upon a time tryna shine on niggas
Tryna rhyme like Jigga that's how the white folks get ya
Give that nigga a contract and a chain that's bigger
Than his fucking imagination then we'll rob that nigga
Niggas all about bitches could give a damn about business
You'll be punching every penny you let 'em catch your ass slipping
When you tryna survive who give a fuck about privilege
Section 8 look way different than the houses y'all live in
In a world of demise why try to speed up the ending
Shouldn't come as surprise these crackers here tryna get us
Your illusion is your own disappointment can't point at no one else
Know yourself before you destroy yourself
I tried to tell myself I can't trust everybody
Had to understand the type to put a knife in Caesar's neck
Or put a nail in Jesus' hand
That's the way that we living, ask the Lord for forgiveness
In the land of the privileged, tryna make a percentage
Tryna make the world different, speak up they gon' kill us
It's a genocide on our kind they working against us
We keep on going through the same shit
We keep on going through the same shit
Cops supposed to protect and serve they just patrol and control
Now the pigs is killing niggas, shit is out of control
Shit we killing ourselves, shit is out of control
How does black lives even matter when we kill our own folk
Huey Newton's probably laying in his grave turning over
You a slave to a culture, you just chasing an image
You just trying to fit in, you just wanna be down
You don't have no opinion, you just go with the crowd
Will we ever unite and fight for some shit that'll matter
Shit I wish Bobby Seale could come and rebirth the Panthers
With a fist in the air, gotta fight for our rights
Cause you can't trust a pig with a badge and some lights
And they wonder why we corrupted and shit
They just tryna shut us up we won't put up with this shit
I'm saying put yourself in our shoes, take a walk in our life
Let your son get murked, let your pops get life
Satan must be a formula baby how they raising hell
I'm tryna sell my flute games cause I ain't fucking with 12
Shit we all want justice, fuck that martial law shit
Y'all give a coward a gun and bitch that's some dumb ass shit
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Writer(s): Erik Ortiz, Kevin Adams, Crowe Dean
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