Testo Hashtag - AVEY CARTER feat. Lord Nova
Testo della canzone Hashtag (AVEY CARTER feat. Lord Nova), tratta dall'album Spook by Meshaun Labrone
Aye
Aye
Still fuck 12 on this side
If my brothers die we on go
I ain't really with the homicide
But we caught him lacking on the ropes
They gone stop killing my folks
Tired of seeing the noose
God gonna give em a noose
Then they gon learn how the truth feels
We gon use them Malcolm X tactics
No peace we want action
Fight fire with more fire
We gon silence the police sirens
They gon lose some in the process
Murder really is their only option
You could never kill us we God sent
I know they look at us mad
I do the digital dash
Milly rock all through the dash cam
As they looking for the dope that ain't there
Wanna be us I know it ain't fair
When they see the melanin pop
They pop right there
Right there
I might do em how they do me
Line em up
Point and shoot like we in movies
I might do em how they do me
Line em up
Point and shoot like we in movies
They gon think a nigga lost his mind when I ride out
I been seeing this too many times and I'm tired now
They gon think a nigga lost his mind when I'm in my bag
Ima go out swinging
Ima earn my fucking hashtag
Black soul black features I bet that somebody would copy this
The police cut copies and label us criminals cynical slavery obvious
A genocide racism problem is
That I got a cousin with Glock 42's
When he turned 31 he said cop you a gun
Cuz America scaring the only thing stopping these niggas is bullets
Feed me my rights cuz you know that I wouldn't
Get the fuck back
Before I back up and use it
Putting protection on son like you foolish
They ruthless and video footage can prove it
Me and my people ain't having that rat-a-tat-tat
You get mad you get whacked
You get sonned you get jacked
You got ghost we keep straps
In the back of the pack
Like the cast breaking bad
The morals enforcing this pay what you lack
It's kinda hard to keep my hand steady
With the devil working twice as hard
Kinda hard not to keep my hand ready
Everybody wanna holla this and that until they feel it in America
Ain't nobody out here sparing us
The real reason why they scared of us
Bitch
I might do em how they do me
Line em up
Point and shoot like we in movies
I might do em how they do me
Line em up
Point and shoot like we in movies
They gon think a nigga lost his mind when I ride out
I been seeing this too many times and I'm tired now
They gon think a nigga lost his mind when I'm in my bag
Ima go out swinging
Ima earn my fucking hashtag
I got a still with a view to Mars
On top of buildings really shooting stars
Took a hit living through the scars
While I'm breathing life in between the bars
Divine moves I defy the odds
Social status winning over bars
You think we just happen to rap
Man I'm cracked over these tracks
Lego these bars
Nigga I actually snap
Panic cave during the lapse
Ziggy the trap
Zulo the army attack
We trading the spears for the pack
Get it you get it
Speaking for Huey and Nat
Malcolm and Nina and Nat
Son of a slave inherit the scars on my back
What happens if we should attack
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Writer(s): Maarten De Jong, Eduard N Ard Schilderink
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