The future don't care no more
NYPD care is capturing n***a, go to war
High school, they hit you in the daytime
Saw Ramilio ain't in cla**, dangerous minds
And everybody going gang signs
My heirs know a face laced with a thousand diamonds
And I done f**ed about a thousand dollars
And been around the world about a thousand times
Rest in peace to Trevon Martin, got the straps and the police
And the Aston Martin, f** 'em and f** George Zimmerman, too
And I got no love for the boys in blue
Hit, pop police, keep trill in my car but my feet near mule, got my strap in a brawl
Click, clack, take that, f** 'em, pounds in AC for the low one, try to touch 'em
My father always said you made your bed, lay in it
My homie in a box 'cause he staying sh**
Whole click strapped up 'cause we staying sh**
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We staying sh**, we staying sh**
D Way nephew is still gang banging
Chicago where you living, dead or in prison
k**ers is what the box breathes, kilos is what the ox leave
My n***as rich off the bong weed
'Cause life stress goes away off the bong trees
More trees than a lumberjack, my own click, galaxies
You soft boy, you running that
Watched your powers, our dismay
I give them lead, showers with AKs
Haters in the street wanna see me obsolete
I do 'em dirty like MLB clicks
My father always said you made your bed, lay in it
My homie in a box 'cause he staying sh**
Whole click strapped up 'cause we staying sh**
We staying sh**, we staying sh**
We staying sh**, we staying sh**