YGTUT - Black Benz lyrics

[Verse 1] Black folks was never equal where I come from The cops'll take you from your people if you ain’t careful, son Martin Luther and Malcolm, they in they graves turnin' over You a slave to persona, you just chasin' the image Tryna ball, shootin’ sh*t that you know is way out your range Livin' way past your limits, play it safe, pay attention I was you once upon a time, tryna shine on ni**as Tryna rhyme like Jigga, that's how the white folks get ya Get that ni**a a contract and a chain that's bigger Than his fu*kin' imagination, then we'll rob that ni**a ni**as all about b*tches, could give a damn about business You'll be pinchin' every penny you let ’em catch your ass slippin’ When you tryna survive, who give a fu*k about privilege? Section 8 look way different than the houses y'all live in In a world of demise, why try and speed up the ending? Shouldn’t come a surprise, these crackers here tryna kill us Your illusion is your own disappointment, can't point at no one else Know yourself before you destroy yourself I tried to tell myself I can't trust everybody Had to understand the type to put a knife in Caesar's neck Or put a nail in Jesus’ hand (That's the way that we livin') Them facts, yeah (That's the love of forgiveness) In the land of the privileged Tryna make a percentage Tryna make the world different Speak up, they gon' kill us It's a genocide on our kind, they workin' against us (We give up all through the same sh*t) (We give up all through the same sh*t) [Verse 2] Cops supposed to protect and serve, they just patrol and control Now the pigs is killin' ni**as, sh*t is out of control sh*t, we killin' ourselves, sh*t is out of control How does Black lives even matter when we kill our own folk? Huey Newton's probably layin' in his grave, turnin' over You a slave to a culture, you just chasin' the image You just tryin' to fit in You just wanna be down You don't have no opinion You'll just go with the crowd Will we ever unite and fight for some sh*t that'll matter? sh*t, I wish Bobby Seale could come and rebirth the Panthers With our fists in the air, gotta fight for our rights 'Cause you can't trust a pig with a badge and some lights And they wonder why we corrupted and sh*t They just tryna shut us up, we won't put up with this sh*t I'm sayin' put yourself in our shoes, take a walk in our life Let your son get murked, let your pops get life Satan must be a formula baby, how they raisin' hell I'm tryna sell my Flu Games 'cause I ain't fu*kin' with 12 sh*t, we all want justice, fu*k that martial arts sh*t Y'all give a coward a gun and badge, that's some dumb-ass sh*t