[Intro]
Wait a minute!
[Break]
Trump's got a love child and I hope that b**h is buckwild
I hope she sip Mosca-, I hope she kiss senoritas and black gals
I hope her momma’s El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yeah
[Verse]
Take chains off, take rangs off
Bracelets and things, big aches and pains
My jack rang off with clickbait
Truth is too raw, it's a fish plate
Fay-Lay, the kunte
A hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage?
How long it took a n***a just to get paid?
And now I think I'm ’bout to buy a Bentley, pronto
I'm in LA with the shaker and bongo
I heard your tape, do or die, it was compo-
Trimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow'
Figure it out, n***a
b**h, don't spill my sake
You gon'make me kick you out this 'partment
You gon' have to kick it in the lobby
Damn, but don’t somebody stop me, I’m sloppy
[Break]
Trump's got a love child and I hope that b**h is buckwild
I hope she sip Mosca-, I hope she kiss senoritas and black gals
I hope her momma’s El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yes, Lord
[Interlude]
The revolution will not be televised but it will be streamed live in 1080p on your peabrain head in the face a** mobile device, alright!
[Break]
This sh** gon' bang at least six summers from out that rock you been under
Mummy wrapped, duffel bag, gutter bunny
It's hard to stomach cold murder
It's easier to get a nine millimeter
He was nineteen with a burner, they had to off ’em
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner
[Chorus]
Wait a minute!
This sh** gon' bang for at least six summers
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)
Word!
This sh** gon' bang for at least six summers
But ain't sh** gon' change for at least three summers
They tryna k** a n***a faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner
[Verse 2]
Come on
This sh** gon' bang at least six summers
Pop the top, that b**h hot than a motha
We need more peace and less lone gunners
Put down your heat and smoke marijuana
Pop the lock off your muzzle
n***as is dyin' like lost files in the shuffle
We know you lyin', my n***a, naw, we don't trust you
We know you buy to sell it back to the public
'Cause there's money to made in a k**in' spree
That's why he tryna start a war on the Twitter feed
Somebody take this n***a's phone, is you kiddin' me?
Take them AKs up outta these Inner City streets
[Chorus]
This sh** gon' bang for at least six summers
But ain't sh** gon' change for at least three summers
They tryna k** a n***a faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner
[Break]
And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain
Get the Coltrain and the Kobain
And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain
Get the Coltrain and the Kobain
[Verse 3]
Dear Mr. President, it's evident that you don't give a damn
Shi-Tell me somethin' that I don't know
All this f**in' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand, shi-you know they gon' let 'em go, bro
You was overseas stealin' n***as' land and oil
Billy copped the Desert Eag and it's legal to tote it
Lil' n***a bullied out his Pumas but why he have to shoot the whole school up?
[Break]
And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain
Get the Coltrain and the Kobain
And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the pain
Get the Coltrain and the Kobain
[Chorus]
This sh** gon' bang at least six summers
Word!
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)
This sh** gon' bang for at least six summers
But ain't sh** gon' change for at least three summers
They tryna k** a n***a faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner