{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