Casey Jones II - RKS

Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
(Hol' up)
Why don't you love us like you used to
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Why don't you love us like you
Why don't you love us like you
Pants sag, hair nappy so they know Imma nigga
Verbs drag, birthed in swag, so they know Imma nigga
See us, fighting on live or on the cover the vibe
You think you
Do know my vibe from what I bump in the ride
So if I bump get off my dick
Then I'm hoping you could oblige
Rolling up ya window while I'm pulling up with squad
I find it kinda funny, all you people got is money
How you scared of couple thugs when you glorifying the mob
Imma thug, imma rug that you walking on the side
Then we pop the trunk, people really mad that we survived
Offa pride, Nat Turner, gats and burners out the ride
Then we pierce it at ya whip as we all decide to slide
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
(Hol' up)
Why don't you love us like you used to
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Niggas come to rob, come to kill, come to steal they say
Why don't you love us like you
Why don't you love us like you
A magic carpet ride, the day that Martin died
I saw a whole new world and one that often lies
My people ostracized, with no wherewithal
To bear it all, so lowkey like a baritone
I had to bear a gun, bear a ton of weight
On my shoulders, like a boulder
In the booth we ain't snarin' drums
In the streets we ain't sparing none
Spin it back like the hardest track, I remember the days
Shooting hoops, fadeaways, Martin shot
Then it stopped, basically
Ain't no games, to be played
When you slayed
(Hold up)
When's it gonna stop
Guns on the highway, I would burn it down
If I had it my way
When's it gonna stop
Drugs on the highway, I would burn it down
If I had it my way
When's it gonna stop
Guns on the highway, I would burn it down
If I had it my way
When's it gonna stop
Drugs on the highway, I would burn it down
If I had it my way
When's it gonna stop
Guns on the highway, I would burn it down
If I had it my way
When's it gonna stop
Drugs on the highway, I would burn it down
If I had it my way
When's it gonna stop
Guns on the highway, I would burn it down
If I had it my way
When's it gonna stop
Drugs on the highway, I would burn it down
If I had it my way

Written by:
Casey Jones II, Kevin Tran

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