Tom: F minor•
Verse 1
Db
Fm
Db
Too many times I done been hated on,
Fm
E
by 5- 0
I wish all of you bitches would die slow
Fm
I'm just trying to survive hoe,
and feed my family
Db
And I ain't killed nobody,
but still rough is how they handle me
Fm
I ride one deep, suspended license and all
Db
My middle finger out the window,
screaming fuck the law
Fm
I know what you protect and serve,
not a god damn thang
Db
But give a nigga five years,
for lessing the crowd mayn
Fm
They got me feeling Devin,
tell me why they do us that way
Db
The got me searching for the
doja, in a doobie ashtray
Fm
So I can cope with it,
not trying to travel up and smoke with it
Db
My kinfolk in the maximum security,
Sick of I'm missing you,
so here's what I'm fin to do
Db
Bounty hunting for badges,
Fm
fuck a ditch I'ma dig a few
Db
The odds are against us,
because we black
Fm
So keep your heat in a stash spot,
Db
and always be strapped
Verse 2
Db
Fm
Db
Mr. officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga want to blow
the badge, off of ya
Db
Fm
Db
Fm
Db
so it won't be soft for ya
Fm
Fiending to see your blood,
Db
Fm
until you cough it up
Db
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed,
Fm
our sons and daughters sir
Db
Fm
We been struggling to make it,
Fm
Db
Fm
Db
Ab
All we want to do is live our life,
Fm
Db
Ab
Fm
and be
Db
Fm
left
Verse 3
Db
Illegal search 45 minutes,
Fm
what the fuck you looking for
Db
I roll on 24's, so the Dopeman is
Fm
Db
what they get me for
a nigga can't ride nice
Db
Without getting harassed,
and facing 25 to life
Fm
I wish I could make a citizen's arrest
Db
Knock the busters in the hole, and blow
the badges up off of they chest
Fm
Controlled sub stance on the ground,
Db
and it just had to be mine
Fucking with me about weed, and
they look blacker than mine
Fm
Six months for getting caught up,
with a soldier strap
Db
They'll put the felonies on me,
but keep your doja sack
Fm
Db
That's why they proud to be,
an American
What about my Negro people,
look how they stare at them
they hang a brother daily G
is our modern day slavery
Fm
We ain't picking cotton no' mo' bitch,
Negro life in association,
we issuing out glocks
Verse 4
officer
Db
Make a nigga want to blow the badge,
off of ya
We been living hard,
Fm
so it won't be soft for ya
Db
Fiending to see your blood,
Mr. officer, crooked officer
Db
We just trying to feed,
our sons and daughters sir
Fm
We been struggling to make it,
All we want to do is live our life,
and be left alone
Verse 5
hands up too slow,
Db
and I got shot in the back
Thrown in the back of the paddy wagon,
left to ride in the pack
Fm
What about my medical condition,
it's some bullshit
Db
We don't give a damn if you die,
one less nigger to deal with
Fm
Ask me why, I don't give a
Cause all they offer is the penitentiary,
with no peace
Fm
They planting dope on niggaz, just
to get a commission
Db
And if we don't cooperate,
it'll be a longer stay in prison
Fm
Everytime I had a flat,
they'd just pass me by
Db
And if I was laying on the ground,
they'd never ask me why
Fm
But when I'm looking great,
and rolling in something they can't pronounce
Db
They looking for any reason,
not to let a nigga bounce
Fm
Whether expired registration,
or inspection stickers
Db
The only thing be on they mind,
is we gon get them niggaz
Fm
And it don't matter if we working,
on a 9- to- 5
Db
We rerouted by the system,
Verse 6
Mr. officer, crooked officer
Db
Make a nigga want to blow the badge,
off of ya
We been living hard,
Fm
so it won't be soft for ya
Db
Fiending to see your blood,
until you cough it up
Fm
Mr. officer, crooked officer
Db
We just trying to feed,
our sons and daughters sir
Fm
We been struggling to make it,
in America too long
Db
Fm
Db
Fm
Eb
All we want to do is live our life,
Db
Fm
Db
Fm
Db
and be
left alone
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