police brutality

Talking about brutality it's surrounding me like a swarm of bees

 

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the Glock will squeeze

 

We might be back in this baby

 

Got the police bustin' at me

 

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the NWA screamin forget the police,

 

Two middle fingers for the police if a brotha get killed no rat no cheese

 

The home of Marvin Gaye, that's all I gotta say

 

Police discovery early the next day

 

Running around the streets screaming forget the police

 

That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets

 

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

 

I drink underage, and scream forget the police,

 

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

 

Don't be afraid, its always gonna be a brutality