Rich Fingerss - Mic Drop

I wanna say sum wit some substance
This for ones that came before me and had David Ruff-ins
I grew up on that rough end
I came up like you bet not let no one put hands on cousin
And if a nigga talking crazy to yo patna snuff him
And even if you got a lil bag u better be clutching
Society is out to get me I'm like man this must end
Fox five breaking news just in
Another black man been gunned down because of his skin
Another momma cold fo head kissin
Staring in that casket while she wishin
Thinking back to days that she was with him
Like how these petty stops resort to killings
Like 12 please don't fear me all u gotta do is listen
That must be the part of training that y'all skipping
My soul just got to flaming filled up with rage
My soul just got to flaming filled up with rage
I'll load up all my guns if that's the case
My niggas out here dying at rapid rates
And that ain't right
No that ain't right
Nah that can't be right
That can't be right
That can't be right
Dyin to live like this can't be life I'm tired of praying for better days
But that don't mean I'll stop
It ain't a place I'm tryna go if I can't bring my Glock
It ain't a place I'm tryna go if I can't bring my block
Applying pressure teaching lessons wit everything I drop
The things I taught
Is doper than a clean white rock
In its purest form
Suppressing all my feelings in the dark like I fear the mourn
Irrelevant to talk about the things that I'm sitting on
Just let it breathe
Just let it breathe
Just let us breathe
Just let me breathe
Just let us breathe
Just let it breathe

Written by:
Trorye Jones

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