| My niggas young and they reckless
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| How they gon' serve and protect us?
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| Don’t count me in and neglect us
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| That’s why I can turn up off pressure
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| Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
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| The government lying and people keep dying
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| A nigga the fuckin' man
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| I look out my window, I look at the TV
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| This shit look like a bad dream
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| I see heroes turnin' enemies
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| Hero dying in the six
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| Pull up car next to me
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| They don’t shoot, that’s a blessing
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| But you bet I came with my weapon
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| But you bet I came with my weapon
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| They be black on black crimes
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| But white on black crimes ain’t be catchin'
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| Actually that shit been happening
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| They be hanging us for centuries
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| That shit happened from beginning
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| Hang us straight from the ceiling
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| That what you call lynching
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| Keep the .40 with extension
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| They try to make my race extinct
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| We ain’t goin' without a fight
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| My niggas young and they reckless
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| How they gon' serve and protect us?
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| Don’t count me in and neglect us
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| That’s why I can turn up off pressure
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| Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
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| I’m at all my homies funerals and my relatives die of old age
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| The jack boys is after me, 12 is after me, nowhere is safe
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| Cops be shootin' up innocents souls
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| So we ain’t got no time to waste
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| They depended on me, all eyes on me, like I’m finna' win the game
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| I don’t trust none of you niggas, only the family be the gang
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| All of my niggas got pistols but bullets ain’t got no name
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| If they get you they kill you so we gon' do the same
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| But they won’t get life in prison, only leave without pay
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| They control population, population away
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| 2−2-3 bullet pistol, obligation okay
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| Turnin' up for Baltimore
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| Rest in peace Freddie Gray
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| My niggas young and they reckless
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| How they gon' serve and protect us?
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| Don’t count me in and neglect us
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| That’s why I can turn up off pressure
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| Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure |