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letra de blackman - quavo

blackman, drop top
there go the cops, there go the cops, there go the cops
is it because of my people? is it because of my sneakers?

is it because of my jersey? is it because that i’m perfect?

riding down 85, 3 in the morning
why you pull me over? say you smell marijuana?
i said i got id, yeah, i got glaucoma
he said, “we ain’t in cali n-gg-, get out, put your hands up”
runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
i told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
n-gg- hit my phone when you made it
out of here, pj to jamaica
naw i ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
been fightin’ too long against haters
my att-tude, yeah i’m going for the shaders

live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a n-gg- off the street
make the gun sound off for mike brown
take a n-gg- life when you face down
hoodie gang strong like trayvon
gun by the window like detroit red
bring that sh-t by the neck of my woods
and bet a n-gg- -ss end up dead
pig in a blanket, f-ck was you thinkin’?
free that n-gg- boosie, runnin’ at the police
left him with a slow leak, right outside vc
tryna keep a phantom like dc
hangout the g like free meek
k!ll a n-gg- reachin’ for a cell phone
hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
that’s why i stay strapped all summer long
and you know it

blackman, drop top
there go the cops, there go the cops, there go the cops
is it because of my people? is it because of my sneakers?
is it because of my jersey? is it because that i’m perfect?
is it because that you nervous?

black man, running from the law like pac-man
try and throw the raw all in the trash can
got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
mug shot on the news, he a mad man
when all he did was hustle to run the cash in
he feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
too many felonies on my jacket
all of my brothers turn to -ss-ssins
we seen too many brothers get put in caskets
too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
in the graveyard back then
i went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
you shoulda seen how i flossed on ’em last year
two maybachs and i had a bad year
young n-gg- countin’ money like a cashier
white man wanna pay me like i’m u-n-o
n-gg-s wanna see me at my funeral
neither of my own homie wanna do me though
layin’ on my dog crib like i’m snoopy though
that’s my n-gg-, i ain’t even wanna do it though
if i don’t do it, sh-t i know he gon’ do me though
cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
but i’m a don just like motherf-ckin’ julio
black man

police see i got my hands up
still wanna k!ll me, they don’t understand us
they be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
and wanna do me how they do us in the movies
or how they do it out in baton rouge
or ferguson, or florida, or baltimore, they make excuses
like i did cause i thought he had a pistol
or i did it cause i thought he was a muslim
my message to america, felon or death here
the liquor we die, we just substances left here
first you put us in a small hood
and then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
and then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
k!llin’ n-gg-, no penalty, they can do that sh-t legally
bet i can make that -ss think ‘fore you shoot
you k!ll me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
we say black lives matter, you say all lives
but y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
hope you don’t ever see your son in an inst-tution
i know karma is constant and god ain’t no nonsense
you doin’ wrong just to run sh-t
one day the time gon’ run out for the dumb sh-t
ain’t no deception, tryna get in heaven
you gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your mary
and you know what you did for who how much you really care
and what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
with people who look similar to you and i
cause he don’t wanna have a

- quavo

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