Quavo-black man ft T.I.

[Hook: Quavo]

Black man, drop top

There go the cops

There go the cops

There go the cops

Is it because of my people?

Is it because of my sneakers?

Is it because of my jersey?

It is because that I'm perfect?

 

[Verse 1: Quavo]

Ridin' down 85, three in the morning

Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin' the gas)

I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)

He said, "We ain't in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"

Runnin' real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)

Runnin' real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)

I told him can we split it, we gon' shake 'em

Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)

Out of here, PJ to Jamaica

Naw I ain't tell ya wrong, get the paper

Been fightin' too long against haters

My attitude, yeah I'm going for the shaders

 

[Verse 2: Rara]

Live from the cracks of the concrete

12 try to take a nigga off the street

Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown

Take a nigga life when you face down

Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon

Gun by the window like Detroit Red

Bring that shit by the neck of my woods

And bet a nigga ass end up dead

Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin'?

Free that nigga Boosie, runnin' at the police

Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC

Tryna keep a Phantom like DC

Hangout the G like free Meek

Kill a nigga reachin' for a cell phone

Hurt to tell his mama he ain't comin' home

That's why I stay strapped all summer long

And you know it

 

[Hook: Quavo]

Black man, drop top

There go the cops

There go the cops

There go the cops

Is it because of my people?

Is it because of my sneakers?

Is it because of my jersey?

It is because that you nervous? (damn)

 

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

Black man

Running from the law like Pac-Man

Try and throw the raw all in the trash can

Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam

Mug shot on the news, he a mad man

When all he did was hustle to run the cash in

He feedin' kids in jail if he wasn't crackin'

Too many felonies on my jacket

All of my brothers turn to assassins

We seen too many brothers get put in caskets

Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies

In the graveyard back then

I went from sittin' on clubs to the cashmere

You shoulda seen how I flossed on 'em last year

Two Maybachs and I had a bad year

Young nigga countin' money like a cashier

White man wanna pay me like I'm U-N-O

Niggas wanna see me at my funeral

Neither of my own homie wanna do me though

Layin' on my dog crib like I'm Snoopy though

That's my nigga, I ain't even wanna do it though

If I don't do it, shit I know he gon' do me though

Cause he broke and he trippin' 'bout stupid hoes

But I'm a Don just like motherfuckin' Julio

Black man

 

[Hook: Quavo]

Black man, drop top

There go the cops

There go the cops

There go the cops

Is it because of my people?

Is it because of my sneakers?

Is it because of my jersey?

It is because that I'm perfect?

 

[Verse 4: T.I.]

Police see I got my hands up

Still wanna kill me, they don't understand us

They be lookin' for a reason just to shoot me

And wanna do me how they do us in the movies

Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge

Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses

Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol

Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim

My message to America, felon or death here

The liquor we die, we just substances left here

First you put us in a small hood

And then you beat us and you treat us like it's all good

And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally

Killin' nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally

Bet I can make that ass think 'fore you shoot

You kill me, man there gon' be more of some riotin' and lootin'

We say black lives matter, you say all lives

But y'all ain't the ones gettin' hogtied

Persecuted, executed, one day it gon' be time for retribution

Hope you don't ever see your son in an institution

I know karma is constant and God ain't no nonsense

You doin' wrong just to run shit

One day the time gon' run out for the dumb shit

Ain't no deception, tryna get in Heaven

You gettin' nailed, bet it's on your Mary

And you know what you did for who how much you really care

And what you really felt, he gon' deny the opportunity to unify

With people who look similar to you and I

Cause he don't wanna have a

 

[Hook: Quavo]

Black man, drop top

There go the cops

There go the cops

There go the cops

Is it because of my people?

Is it because of my sneakers?

Is it because of my jersey?

It is because that I'm perfect?

Black man, drop top

There go the cops

There go the cops

There go the cops

Is it because of my people?

Is it because of my sneakers?

Is it because of my jersey?

It is because that I'm perfect?