TA Da Reaper - Head to Africa

I won't get in that shit I ain't whipping, if it don't growl at me when I start it up
Baby AR-15 on top of the 60, turn any nigga to a mannequin
Corona round I'ma head nod, I ain't really doing all that dapping up
They be us wrong at this point, I think I'ma just head to Africa
I been tripping a lot on this bitch that I got, fucked around and lowered my standards
Whether you like it or not if they pull me over he move wrong I'ma clap em
And the dope boys get more time than them for killing us boy I can't stand it
And OP my dawg forever
When it went left my nigga ain't panic
I don't need to much to trap just need a Glock 27 and some sandals
I'ma product I'm from Alabama, 85 take you straight to Atlanta
I can't breathe and I ain't got asthma
We only wild cause they treat us like animals
It's been year after year like it's annual
Who the fuck you think make up yo faculty
Why the fuck you think yo wife go out and blow all her money on tanning
Wanna spin back cause I'm damaged
Just say it deep down we scare ya
Gotta kill me cause I'm rebelling
I got the hammer they play I'ma nail em
They want us shot down or in prison, that's why in school they mentally prepare ya
And they been treating us like shit, but I know shit hold more weight than a cracker
Know you sick of ya lil' white bitch thats why you throw ya whole mortgage at dancers
And y'all be doing to much at the end Trump he still ain't gone treat you like family
Profiling you cause of yo name, ain't taking a Donte over a Stanley
You niggas to big I'm tired of these pigs tripping and throwing a tantrum
Who I turn to for the answers, die to police or some cancer
Or a lame nigga you ain't never seen, but been following in yo shadow
First Trayvon, then Sandra, Mike Brown and to many after
They kill one of us need to kill four back, man fuck pushing over a statue
I know that you wish you was blacker
Everyday I step out it's a battle these fields ain't holy I ain't talking Evander
They gone keep doing this shit while we sit and boohoo and just light up some candles
Everything moving just backward
I won't get in that shit I ain't whipping, if it don't growl at me when I start it up
Baby AR-15 on top of the 60, turn any nigga to a mannequin
Corona round I'ma head nod, I ain't really doing all that dapping up
They be us wrong at this point, I think I'ma just head to Africa
And it's hard to get back right cause we tryna build up while we falling
You bitches just giving me game gotta have a burner on me while I'm jogging
And they ain't gone treat you the same they say we trash cause we a lil' darker
Seen a girl get valedictorian don't take this wrong, but the black one was smarter
Gave Kate the scholarship, and just gave a thumbs up to Ricosha
Tell me why I gotta play Martin, when he died for speaking and marching
Answer me why George Zimmerman walking
When he caught him a innocent body
At this point fuck this peace put 33 on em, and I ain't talking Scottie
I'm talking that 33 that balled in Milwaukee with the goggles
Can't sleep damn sholl can't think
Knowing whenever we move we a target
Tryna fuck em up like Tay Keith
Protest or not they gone hate us regardless
And he break, she break, we break we gotta stand up and fight for some power
Gotta show em that they don't want problems
And they skin color it don't make em flawless
Ever since we been here they be scouting tryna find what they can take for a profit
And I'm tired of this colorist shit it's been to long nigga I'm exhausted
One day they gone see how I'm coming
And see that y'all the real deal monster

Written by:
Terrance Anderson

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