Shavar Dawkins - Ugly

Yo, hello?
Yeah, I’m getting fuckin’ pulled over again
On god this is the fuckin’ fourth time this fuckin’ week
Hold on lemme look at him --
Oh he got his hand on his fucking gun already
Hold on lemme --
I’m just calling cause I-I don’t fuckin’ know
Hopefully I see you tonight but you know,
Shit’s getting tough out here
They want me bleeding from my dark skin
They’ve been looking but they never look within
Don’t wanna interview me cause I’m brown skin
How can they judge when they don’t know a thing
I work two times hard for jobs
Three times hard for love
You don’t give a fuck
You don’t give a fuck
I work two times hard for jobs
Three times hard for love
You don’t give a fuck
They got me fucked up
Shit got me fucked up
They gon’ start a war
They gon’ start war
I’m so fired up
I’m so heated up
Hmm --
Things are getting ugly
Things are getting ugly
Niggas wanna fight me
They wanna try me
Things are getting spicy
Shit is getting spicy
Riding on a spaceship
These niggas want me fucking
Lying on the pavement
Can’t control me, I am not here for enslavement
Don’t even try me you do not wanna test my patience
Look I’m not gonna die today
I was once an alien but not today
I know that is info is a lot to take
I’m your biggest target and it’s hard to say
I was doing 90 when he scanned my plate
Wrote me up and wanna take my car away
Then he pulled his gun out said my life’s at stake
He wanna shoot but I said not today
Thank god I wasn’t riding late
Thank god I wasn’t used as a target game
Mamma not gon’ see me dead on live today
Daddy ain’t gon’ meet me first time decayed
Things are getting ugly
Things are getting ugly
Things are getting spicy
Shit is getting spicy

Written by:
Shavar Dawkins

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