Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pig Feet, artist - Denzel Curry. Date of issue: 01.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pig Feet |
| They shot him |
| They shot him, they shot him |
| Oh my God, he didn’t even have a gun |
| Oh my God, he didn’t have a gun |
| He didn’t have a, oh God |
| He didn’t have a gun |
| Helicopters over my balcony |
| If the police can’t harass, they wanna smoke every ounce of me |
| Breath is alchemy, see how the life converted |
| You tell me life’s a female dog, well I’m perverted |
| Go to jail and get murdered |
| Murder was the case they gave us |
| Manipulate the system so the prison could save us, ayy |
| Nothin' can save us |
| Foot Locker, liquor stores, undercovers bringin' hordes |
| Ten years plus four, little kids die at war |
| Mama wants me baptized, swimmin' in this blood shore |
| Shut down schools to open drug and gun stores |
| I see the floor, gotta flourish |
| When I’m readin' my horoscope, the vision is horrid |
| But you be soarin', stay woke |
| Rather die rich than stay broke |
| I was starin' though my rearview in my pitch-black locs |
| My notes reappear, disappear, shit is wicked here |
| Tragedy all over the screen like William Shakespeare plays |
| Disease, the grade, increase grenades |
| Disease, the AIDS, I seize today |
| Like Wade, I fade away |
| I pray today, 'cause life is crazy |
| JAY-Z, a school for hard knocks |
| They want us crucified with stones and hard rocks |
| Ayy, bitch, calm down, what the fuck happened? |
| (Oh no) |
| Stop fuckin' screamin', what happened? |
| (Oh God, they shot him) |
| They killed the homie? |
| (They shot him, the fuckin' police shot him) |
| The police? |
| (Oh my God) |
| The police killed him? |
| (Oh no, no) |
| They just killed the homie, cuz (Oh my God) |
| Ayy, cuz, swing that car around, cuz, bring that chopper (Oh my God, |
| the fucking police) |
| We finna kill these motherfuckers, nigga (Uh) |
| See all, we are VR |
| Sleep in, the snooze, beacons, the deacons keepin' the rules |
| Creepin' in rooms, she sneakin' cheaps for the doom, cat’s kid in me |
| Little cats killed literally |
| How these cats talk bigotry? |
| Like a Avatar forest, the machine talk, Jarvis |
| Whatever they hand you, it’ll be ours |
| Your hand’s stuck in the cookie jar, hold on to the sweet shit, beef shit |
| Green jackets, the old cats, feel the heat clips, E clips |
| Blacks cover the white light, cats stuck in the twilight |
| Wildlife sees the wise life, stuck in hindsight |
| Sign bright, read, catch-up, it’s monumental |
| Don’t mind you, then mind you what’s in my mind |
| Intertwine you, then sign you and don’t get no autograph from Patrick |
| Just collapse you, fuck the world for Cleopatra |
| Perhaps you sleep in your mattress, weak, stuck like a statue |
| A statue geeks, we attack you |
| Don’t at your street, we got ask you |
| Is this a cop-out? |
| Bring the cops out |
| Bring the pigs, you see the picnic |
| We depict the indigenous people diggin' |
| Hold on to the life, we don’t go for the house arrest |
| Then done trapped us in the alphabet |
| Our outfits can’t get out the net |
| Net ballin', an imaginary goal |
| Shot clock, what’s your net worth? |
| Chris Webber? |
| Mm, deep webber? |
| Mm |
| Time out, mom’s house, etymology, |
| Be lesbian, buddy, you better study putting holes on this muddy road |
| Buddy code, they gon' pay for takin' my brother |
| Nah, I say we need one Mike and they shot the brown one |
| Y’all done forgot the brown one, the new white Mike, rockin' the nightgown |
| It’s ancient, they cover the past with his kid blanket |
| Y’all sleep, y’all don’t see how the image changed |
| Remember the time, nigga, I’m here to remind niggas, we kings |