{Intro} {repeat 8x} fu*k P O, L I, C E {Verse 1: Lord Byron} How the f** do n***as survive in an era were protection is fatal When you can't walk to the streets with hoodies on or they blaze you Well my hoodies on right now f*ggots over my eyes, cried but my tears like showers for your kids pigs I praised Pac when he showered on your pigs, ribs I praise God won't even devour these pigs, kids Im pissed as ever Pissed on the devil put out the fire, God said love who you hate so I disposed of all my admires Ironically, I hate myself but I love my brain Which means I hate the way I think so the love is in vein Will my black skin get my defaced I don't know Will my black skin get me replaced I don't know Will my black skin get my erased I don't know But my black skin is all I have so if it's so it's so All my n***as love artifacts Painted black Camry's
Playing craps All my n***as love Starter caps 20 gods in ghost, blowing on toast... n***as who hate bugs but will pa** you the roach I got dough like my n***a DGH I hit LA just to bump Dwele And get dough with my n***a DGH Catch me at a Opera like a mobster in tux n***as wanna say something to me but the flow is to lux Antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, Monet's no leases Mo money Mo murder Mo fame Mo pain Mo leaches... {Hook: Lord Byron} Better believe ima ride when it come to the set Better believe I ima die when it come to the set Better believe ima ride till you n***as is wet Better believe me n***a if it's war then I'm set Better believe me n***a if it's who*es than it's s** Better believe me, n***a if it's war than it's techs Better believe me!!! {repeat 5x} {fades into Dame interlude} fu*k P O L I C E