We are denied not only civil rights, but even human rights. So the only way we're going to get some of this exploitation away from us, or aside from us... Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to? So much so that you don't want to be around each other. Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the color of your skin?
Fabrics, fabrics (Whoo). Expensive, linen (Linen)
Put that bitch in the kitchen, in the kitchen whippin'
Back in the days, I was doin' lord willin'
We are denied not only civil rights, but even human rights. So the only way we're going to get some of this exploitation away from us, or aside from us... Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to? So much so that you don't want to be around each other. Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the color of your skin?
Fabrics, fabrics (Whoo). Expensive, linen (Linen)
Put that bitch in the kitchen, in the kitchen whippin'
Back in the days, I was doin' lord willin'
Mama gonna kill me, double cup spillin' (Spillin')
Every time I get the hundo, Will I'm trippin'
Every time your bitch phone rings she workin' (brr-brr)
Get no playin' time, Kendrick Perkins
Rockin' Timbs like I'm in New Jersey (Jersey)
Dubs versus Hawks, took off KD jersey
And he scored a 30
Up real early, servin', servin', servin'
Fuck that bitch, she a virgin (Smash)
Said she had to go to work, she was nursin' (Nursin')
I can turn the pot to the armed service (Service)
I declare war on your whole 30
Choppa hold a hunnid
If I wasn't real, I would be a hunnid
So that mean everything authentic ('Thentic)
Every car I get, windows presidented (Presidented)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12 (Yeah, hey!)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
Knocking at the door, bail
Cookin' up the dope, rope tail
You can get a whole wholesale (Wholesale)
Fuck 12, 12 on my coattails
They hatin', contemplatin' on the money I'm makin'
First niggas trappin' out the bando, you fakin'
Karate chop the brick, cut it up, Ninja Gaiden
Go and get the re-up, out the buck, not later
Kickin' my feet up, the J wanna eat up
Your bitch addicted to this drip like a needle
Detective on my back, just took my money, I'm illegal
Shootin' at the pigs, they been killin' all our people
Young, rich, black, got my mama on my back
Daddy disappeared when my mama took him back
You shot him 'cause you thought he had a gun or he black
You better watch out for the boys when you're black
[Verse 3: Quavo]
I'm doin' just what I wanna (For real)
Don't believe me, bet a hundred (Bet it)
Bet a nigga won't go under (Bet it)
Huncho realest out the jungle (Huncho)
I got the bricks from Wakanda (Bricks)
Them boys did the block over yonder (Skrr)
12 tried to pull a young nigga over
One call to my mama
Cause I'm black, I don't know how to act
Fuck the front seat, I go sit in the back
Cause I'm black, I don't know how to act
Double my cup and pour yak (Martell)
Cause I'm black, I don't give a fuck about that
You judging me off the face tats (Whoa)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
[Outro: Quavo, Malcolm X & others]
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
We are being killed every day
This gon' be your life every day
You gon' get tired of this shit before we do
You can ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God made you
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Och han gjorde en 30
Upp real tidigt, Servin, Servin, Servin
Fan att tik, hon en jungfru (Smash)
Sade hon var tvungen att gå till jobbet, hon var nursin' (Nursin)
Jag kan vända potten till den väpnade tjänsten (Service)
Jag förklarar krig mot hela din 30
Choppa hålla en hunnid
Om jag inte var riktigt, skulle jag vara en hunnid
Så att betyda allt äkta (Thentic)
Varje bil jag får, fönster presidented (Presidented)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12 (Ja, hey!)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12 (Woo woo)
[Vers 2: Offset]
Offset
Knackar på dörren, bail
Cookin upp knark, rep svans
Du kan få en hel grossist (Partihandel)
Fan 12, 12 på mina coattails
De hatin, contemplatin' på pengar jag makin'
Första niggas trappin' ut bando, Fakin du
Karate hacka tegel, skära upp, Ninja Gaiden
Gå och få åter upp ur bocken, senast
Kickin upp mina fötter, J wanna äta upp
Din tik beroende av denna dropp som en nål
Detective på min rygg, tog bara mina pengar, jag är olagligt
Shootin på grisar, de har Killin alla våra medarbetare
Young, rik, svart, fick min mamma på min rygg
Pappa försvann när min mamma tog honom tillbaka
Du sköt honom för att du trodde att han hade en pistol eller han svart
Du bättre se upp för pojkarna när du är svart
[Vers 3: Quavo]
Jag gör precis vad jag vill (For real)
Tro mig, satsa hundra (Bet det)
Satsa en nigga kommer inte att gå under (Bet det)
Huncho realest ut djungeln (Huncho)
Jag fick tegel från Wakanda (Bricks)
Them pojkar gjorde blocket över yonder (Skrr)
12 försökte dra en ung nigga över
Ett samtal till min mamma
För jag är svart, jag vet inte hur man ska agera
Knulla framsätet, går jag sitter i ryggen
För jag är svart, jag vet inte hur man ska agera
Dubbla min kopp och häll jak (Martell)
För jag är svart, ger jag inte ett fan om det
Du döma mig ansiktet tats (Whoa)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Fan 12, fan 12
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12
Fan 12, fan 12, fan 12
[Outro: Quavo, Malcolm X & andra]
Händerna upp, skjut inte
Händerna upp, skjut inte
Händerna upp, skjut inte (Knulla 'em)
Händerna upp, skjut inte (Knulla 'em)
Händerna upp, skjut inte (Knulla 'em)
Händerna upp, skjut inte (Knulla 'em)
Händerna upp, skjut inte
(Fan 'em, fan' em, fan 'em, fan' em)
Vi dödas varje dag
Detta gon' vara ditt liv varje dag
Du gon' trött på den här skiten innan vi gör
Du kan fråga dig själv som lärt dig att hata att vara vad Gud gjort dig
Fan 'em
Fan 'em
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