Y'all still don't get it...you just haven't learned
That when you pick on the weak, when you neglect
The attention that the deserve for so long...
They come back...believe that
[Verse 1: David the Peruvian]
We are the oppressed
Welcome to our nightmare, wonder what's next?
Let me take a guess
You want me to fight fair?
Put my life into a box and leave it right there?
f** that
This is FATGODS learn who we are
Your gavel is fake said Kendrick Lamar
We know...the taste of the gravel the hate and the scars
My father's sur, I believe the name
February ninth, mama birthed a king
I keep the same, no need to change
My team is strong so I speak of fame
Sparked a flame, now dark and deranged
His brain took flight like a lark or a plane
W-Words precise, stuck darts to a train
With an AR he could even mark your gang
What's he sayin'
Are you blue or blood?
I don't give a f**
If you a G you a G, and that's true enough
My main concern is do you bang this beat in a stupid club?
Probably not, in this entire song there's no molly popped
Respect to the kids on there nollie pops
From otter pops, now hooked on d**, b**h oughta stop
[Hook: Pete McBeezy, C.O. and David the Peruvian]
They step to us, we knock em' down
They oppressing us, so we had to spray a round
They protest then test us
They speak lies we can't trust
We decline they threaten us
We breath fie we mess em' up.(x2)
[Verse 2: Mo]
Look, I here what you say
It's the same sh** every single day
The talk of a dipsh**, lipstick prick
With his dick no bigger than my ball-pen tip
The roll of my thunder that's raining down
The roar of a lion can't tame me now
Consume any motherf**ing foolish clown
And stick that f*ggot so far underground
I'ma lay the facts down
But the fact that I rap has me up in cla** now
This swag that I've had since the past
But past is the past and I can't look back how?
Gone once again
Y'all can't see me cause I'm light in the skin
Gathering the haters with a paper and a pen
I'm a skater innovator chasing paper til' I win
Hittin' it raw with my dick in her jaw
The pigs cannot catch what the wish they could charge
No who*es at the store so no breaking the law
k** the track off only thrity-two bars
Spinnin' but still winnin'
Sinnin' with a few women
Never late for dinner
I'm lit up. a Winner
Reserved spot in heaven
Livin' like I'm cutting short, like a villain
I got no time for these hoes
Or friends, I'm alone
Staying home to defend
Learning how to comprehend how I live
My arms up, stuck from suspense
It's me against the world
I'm disabled like a crippled
Talk of money, makes me think about some big goals
Up on stage FATGODS ain't civil
[Hook]
We're starting a revolution
You don't give us many choices...so we run out of options
Listen...the anger you hear in our voices...
That's for you...
[Outro]