Call me indecent
But it's a lil weird seeing white people
With black dogs on leashes
Behind gates, whips, and covered by precincts
A futurist that took a gaze to the pretense
Fucked our world now we playing on defense
Double layered, don't try and act like Jim Crow wasn't recent
And what's a bad bitch without possessive niggas?
Twenty one cops, one traffic stop, fire twenty one shots
And how is that not excessive, nigga?
Its like twenty one thousand things that can really stress a nigga
Don't stress a nigga, aye
If heaven ain't real let a nigga pop a seal
Escapism sold and we just tryna cop a feel
Racism sold, ball in the field
Thought you was buddy buddy, now he all on Hield
Shooting from afar when my heart wasn't healed
The scariest thoughts that we thought we could kill
Pass me the ball if the ball wasn't ill will
Pass me Bacardi so I don't think about Mommy
Kids passed out under street lights, chill
You keep getting into them street fights shawty
Let me take all your innocence and make you sorry
Cause I'm insecure, and wanna feel some power
I'm a bitch, a coward
And when I get to
Maybe it's cause they treat us like slaves ma
You should've seen the showers
Your son smoking now and losing dreaming powers
And trading it for demon hour
Imma have to go head knead her bread
When I need her flower
I could never be a tough play over soul beats
This like my first day out the house in a whole week
It was the worst days when I'm making the whole heat
I run with the best heat
Might get me a chest piece
Might get me a neck piece
Or get with my next piece
Let's talk about privilege when you ask her to
Cover her breasts please
Let's talk about fears and fogs
When you can't caress her
When you can't put it down
When you can't finesse her
When you ask real hard but you can't undress her
Demented mind turn to divine God for lessons
Oh now she pregnant
Oh now you stressing
Made it all real clear you was a bitch from the jump
Insecure child, like why I even let him fuck
Then they shoot our blocks down ain't even need a cuff
I ain't a history buff, but I do know enough
I could never drink Kool-Aid and go out like Kanye
When I'm painting mom image
Man I'm feeling like Pablo
Remember velvet nachos
Remember whooping and Chevy Tahoes
Sinning on a Monday, after Sunday
Praying with my eyes closed