Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Marciano YR
Marciano YR
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope
Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope
Songwriter:in
Julian Skinner
Julian Skinner
Songwriter:in

Lyrics

Aye, don't let ya head hang I know it's rough, but you gotta play it tough my nigga Don't let let head hang Yea she got some nice thighs, but a demon in disguise, keep ya eyes peeled Stay focused on the goal, you can bend, but never fold, keep ya ears clear Lotta suckas walking round and they can't wait to tear you Muthafuck a cop, what they wanna say But them niggas got glocks, don't get blown away That orange ass president, making jokes bout my folks, check the quote And it's niggas in the background cheering like it's dope I got a friend and he marching for my sake man But I rather him stay home, keep em safe man Cuz if he got shot down and he did it for black and brown Imma fuckin black out, go insane man I'm tired of getting pulled over cause my car nice Every time I see a black and white I check my mirror twice Middle of the night, nice neighborhood and I'm the only one rollin I drive Lyft, but he probably think my whip stolen It's a everyday struggle if ya name ain't puffy or Shawn Carter And that makes me grind harder Gotta funny feeling, my first kid gon be a daughter Rebuke the thought of not being great example of a father Got damn I just wanna make it Pain all in my temple, thinking about that boat and if I missed it Pour up some liquor, tryna condense my stress Call up baby girl, convince her to give me some neck Fall asleep wake up and repeat, take a moment to thank the Lord Another day to stand on my feet Make the concrete my bitch, riding til the sun is no more I got bills and rent, Plus I gotta pay for promo Don't let ya head hang I know it's rough, but you gotta play it tough my nigga Don't let let head hang Yea she got some nice thighs, but a demon in disguise, keep ya eyes peeled Stay focused on the goal, you can bend, but never fold, keep ya ears clear Lotta suckas walking round and they can't wait to tear you down Don't let ya head hang Home of the brave, land of the free Home of the slaves to the name brands of our sleeves Home of the, banned from the league if you take a stance on a knee But we got the freedom to lean, til we can't stand on our feet Someone answer this, if"Inferior" and"Superior" are still antonyms Why I feel they're more related then my aunts and them Neo Nazis, KKK, closet racist, white supremist, Black leaders M.I.A, X on us, Triple H Feel imma die with no rest, they oppress Will our reaction to a silent protest, can't progress I wanna give my son the moon, the ocean and no less You try to take my baby bear porridge, then hold dis Bigger blacker and we still ain't through They say all lives matter, but to who, is it you, it ain't true This how I think often, it might just be me talking Or a lot of ya'll still sleep walking, don't let ya head hang
Writer(s): Bobby James, Jr. Pope, Julian Skinner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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