ch33ch - 6.21.20 prod b.i.

Oh ya thought that i stopped
I am hip hop
But how I'm supposed to celebrate today with no pops
How I'm supposed to call up my bro's and give them props
On th families they got
I be feeling like Spoc
I'm outa space I'm outa reach
Been Cheech so long
Did i forget to be B
Have i been too kool Too rude
Always a G
Never playing the fool
I just wanna eat And i ain't even talking bout food
The cops the number 1 gang
I know you seen it on the news FUQQ EM
Tryna get a win They expecting us to lose FUQQ EM
Fist held high while im screaming Fuqq a truce
Giving me a headache Just tell me the truth
Is it really our skin is it really our skin
Send your receipts to hell Ya gon pay for these sins
Black Lives Matter must i say it again
BLACK LIVES MATTER smoke something
Breathe inhale exhale Smoke something
Breathe inhale exhale Smoke something
The gloves off now
The loves off now
They shook cause when I'm pissed
I sit with a smile No coke tho
I'm smoking on ochos
California best i done seen it in boatloads
That real stank
Connected to the best Bruce Banner in real skin
I still play for keeps So at the end I still win
Cold summer more like a Cold year
I'm pissing out cold beer Letting down old tears
Can't hold nothing in Still shake the world down with no fear
Hat to the back Face death with blank stare
Told her no more games We ain't no reindeer
When I'm good I'm good But when I'm bad I'm better
It's either now or never it's all about the cheddar
So until they check us We gon run these checks up
We gon throw these sets up Aint no one better
We gon storm the weather AND
Smoke something bitch
Breath inhale exhale Smoke something
I see you scoob Roll that gas
Breathe inhale exhale Smoke something

Written by:
Barry Dixon

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