K. Luci - Number 5 lyrics

Two words: white cops, black lives, gunshots T-shirts, teddy bears, hell's gate, welcome here Pistol grip, we live in fear, been that way 300 years White man doesn't care, everybody move Yes, I'm a east coast n***a, still got a West flow I'm a gentleman at most times, still disrespectful So pardon me Paola, I'm just trying to be successful You get mad if you want Okay, I'm rooted, Luci is zooted, just me and this marijuana Got thoughts of Columbiana, I wanna toot it, no booting And baby girl, if you hear this, just let me know what your mood is I'm serious; no kidding, no scary sh** But anyway, a n***a looking forward to inspiring a ma**acre P90's for days, it'll be bloodier than afterbirth Afterwards, I'm pretty sure that nobody will f** with me Especially when I'm on Investigation Discovery But at the moment, I'm cooking like Iron Chef America At my sister's concert trying to hold up social barriers Introverted, plus I get uninterested with certain things I only came here for her to sing After I leave, I'm hitting the books, plotting to make revenue Do it till I upchuck chunks of undigested food People say "relax, kid" - f** that You know how long I've been waiting to have this? Man I never had sh** Young half-wit, trying to stay away from the bad sh** But it seems no matter what, I'm making enemies Well actually, I just keep on making progression And people that don't feel it choose to no longer be friends with me I know they'll regret it, I just keep it to myself, though Ask anyone, they'll tell you I'm crazy Sociopathic, psychopathic ba*tard, ready to fall You ever been ready to murder for no reason at all? That's why I talk about k**ing so much, I got it planned out But lyrics are evidence, so I ain't speaking my plans out All the experts would tell you that I'm moral-less I'm here to tell you that they're all correct, more-or-less I'm more focused on success and less moral standards Since the Pampers, I have yet to be catered and pampered So why wait on something that ain't never happening? That's like waiting on a black dad to come back again Or the dead to rise, or third term for Obama Or end to racism, or Trump to end up dead tonight Something tells me that it's better off in heads and minds Spread your wings in center, never let them go far left or right Hood politicians trying to get your vote Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-igans need your ballots, don't you know? I'm a part of the K. Lamarian Party, I'm bigger than this Ignorant, n******gish, hypocritical, militant sh** Light a candle in memoriam of past me, I know I'm happy Face down in that box so everyone can kiss my a** cheeks Hold on, one at a time, and make it snappy This line is large as a mastiff Living Joe Blow, I wasn't so-so enormous Now I'm Pac back from Cuba, getting blowed postmortem "Luci really a rapper, he the motherf**ing dopest" b**h, if that's the case, you would've copped roseGXLD, then b**hes lie, n***as lie, Jews and Christians lie Obama lied, Bush lied, even Clinton lied You're lying, saying that you love me so you get inside But you're beat, p**y-money-weed ain't my kryptonite