Lyrics The Procedure - Jon Connor

The Procedure

Consider this the soundtrack to
Where the bodies never found at (Get'em)
Pussy nigga, better run
'cause I can tell that you ain’t grow up 'round that, yeah
Know you heard about the water
Nigga, this ain’t where you wanna drown at
Why I’m looking crazy look around you motherfucker it ain’t shit for us to
smile at
100,000 people that ain’t never seen $ 100,000 in they lifetime
How I’m 'posed to focus when they busy in my city
Puttin' poison in the pipeline?
Lil' niggas hearin' *automatic gunfire* instead of lullabies when it’s night
time
Seventh grader hopin' that he wake up, prob’ly seen a couple murders in his
lifetime (Ah)
Nigga, you too fake, too fake, too fake, too fake
Pop, pop, nigga take two shots right to his two-face
Y’all wanna blame Trump
It was fucked up when we was a blue state
They don’t really give a fuck about us
They pretend, the same agenda with a new face
We pray to God to take these scars
To take the weight that satan’s causing
Erase the hate that makes a gangster take a life then take the charge
Oh, we ain’t worth savin'?
Tell me what the fuck you base it off
The fact that we was raised in a cage, that’ll make you wanna go break the law
Murder murder murder, murder murder murder on my mind
Murder murder murder ain’t shit 'cause we see it all the time
If you ain’t a gangster, what the fuck you doin' on the frontline?
Y’all screamin', «Black Lives Matter», why the fuck niggas still dyin'?
Woah, I’m prob’ly wrong, right?
Prob’ly 'bout to go this one alone, right?
What we livin' in is hell, make a nigga wanna go and take his own life
What we livin' in is World War 3, anybody get it on sight
And if any nigga violate?
Then it 'bout to be a long night
Mo' stress, no rest, fuck press, fuck a rally, fuck a protest
Fuck a industry, nigga, all my folks broke
Fuck whoever hoppin' on jets
You ain’t caught a bullet then you’re blessed
You ain’t caught a bullet then you next
Could get it fuckin' bitches in the 'jects
This is how we live, nigga, yes
And all he heard was
What we gon' do?
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t shoot
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t shoot
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t-
We ain’t never had the upper hand, what we got to lose?
What we gon' do?
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t shoot
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t shoot
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t-
We ain’t never had the upper hand, what we got to lose?
The homie on his third seed, frontin' like he ballin' like the 3rd seed
Baby mama wildin', so the kids see domestic violence right before they turn
three, yuh
Mama got faith all day but never really did the church thing
Don’t nobody give a fuck about us, how we feelin'
By the time a nigga thirteen
That’s fuel to the fire, the youth ain’t inspired
Puttin' humans in an inhuman environment
Losin' they mind and every politician or dude in a suit is just stupid and lyin'
Ruthless and violent, we ain’t got a motherfuckin' choice on how our future’s
decided
Clueless, divided, shoot and riot
They like it 'cause nobody in blue get indicted, woo
Tell a little truth and the room start feelin' a little funny, huh?
I bet it do, cause I ain’t speakin' for the niggas with the money bruh
I’m talkin' to my niggas trappin' tryna flip their last lil hundred bucks
Doin' what we gotta do, but inside we know, we fuckin' up
Just got caught by them red lights
Paranoid we can die over headlights, cops got a gun and I don’t
But we ain’t 'posed to look scared, right?
I miss the days when you got pulled over and you just got read rights, but
All he heard was
What we gon' do?
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t shoot
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t shoot
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t-
We ain’t never had the upper hand, what we got to lose?
What we gon' do?
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t shoot
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t shoot
Nigga freeze, hands up, and I hope he don’t-
We ain’t never had the upper hand, what we got to lose?