Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Picking Cotton , by - cupcakKe. Song from the album Audacious, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: cupcakKe
Song language: English
Picking Cotton |
| My sister wheezing, so I’m speeding down the E-way |
| Having a baby |
| Don’t blame me for being late (don't blame me) |
| Officer light so bright, I hear a siren (What the fuck?) |
| Pull me over and it’s over, shots firing (*buh-buh*) |
| Bleeding bad |
| Tryna look at his badge (Wassup?) |
| Blood bath 'cause he decided to spaz |
| Aiming at my brain to put me under a grave |
| Cop say, «Yo car was moving faster than a runaway slave.» |
| (Damn) |
| Than I froze |
| Can’t even stand up on my toes (nah) |
| Why shoot when there’s a taser and a pole? |
| (Why, man?) |
| Blue and black lives matter, who knows? |
| (Who knows, who knows?) |
| Is you gonna call it in? |
| The ambulance, they could have took me (yeah) |
| It’s always that one cop that try to be a rookie |
| This ain’t right |
| Why blacks and whites can’t stick together through whatever? |
| Sorta like a duplex cookie, you fucking rookie |
| Beat us and treat us so rotten |
| Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton (in the feilds) |
| Y’all beat us and treat us so rotten |
| Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton (we need a pill) |
| Y’all beat us and treat us so rotten (so rotten) |
| Beat us and treat us so rotten (so rotten) |
| Beat us and treat us so rotten |
| Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton |
| They don’t really want us to speak (shh) |
| It’s about unity |
| Right now, I’m rapping on a white man’s beat (I am) |
| 'Cause I’m complete and comfortable with me |
| Every white man is not corrupted as the white men we see |
| I could vouch for that |
| But some still stuck in a state of mind |
| Or putting us behind and making us leave out the back (where we’re parked) |
| Play that damn angel when they among us (yeah) |
| But 164 years back they hung us (y'all did that) |
| I’m not a slave to the white man or white woman standing by me |
| I’m not a slave to the record labels bidding how to sign me |
| I am not a slave, I am brave |
| Video every cop that make us stop |
| Before our body drop and be sure to press «save» |
| We need that for proof, these cops they goof |
| They pull you over and shoot, then play it off like, «Oops.» |
| Intimidated by our presence, so he be drawing the weapon |
| Not screaming justice for nothing |
| We not gone, keep on failing (nah) |
| Beat us and treat us so rotten |
| Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton (in the feilds) |
| Y’all beat us and treat us so rotten |
| Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton (we need a pill) |
| Y’all beat us and treat us so rotten (so rotten) |
| Beat us and treat us so rotten (so rotten) |
| Beat us and treat us so rotten |
| Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton |
| Of course, there’s no remorse upon the force |
| Freedom of speech 'til I’m hoarse |
| You ain’t gotta (you ain’t gotta) |
| You ain’t gotta (you ain’t gotta) |
| You ain’t gotta call me a nigga |
| I’m dead, even if I surrender |
| You ain’t gotta call me a nigga |
| I’m dead, even if I surrender |
| Oh, yo, you ain’t gotta call me a nigga |
| I’m dead, even if I surrender |
| I said you ain’t gotta call me a nigga |
| I’m dead, even if I surrender |