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