Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ACAB, artist - Supa Bwe. Date of issue: 24.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ACAB |
| Na na, haha |
| Do you love me or na na na na na (Na na) |
| Look, look |
| Yeah |
| Do you love me or just seek attachment? |
| I’m probably thinking revolution, just depends who’s askin' |
| Every leader we ever knew, got them in open casket |
| Ain’t no fakin' the substitutes when there’s moments of action, uh |
| ACAB like I need a taxi |
| All cops are bad, loyal to they badge |
| that I thought I’d never have (Ever) |
| The closest of my friends, I treat them just like family (Forever) |
| ACAB like I need a taxi |
| They tried to lock me up for weed as if it’s evil actions |
| They come for me, I’m 'bout to flee until my feet get ashy |
| But with my speed, it’s like they need a bullet just to pass me (Okay) |
| I take a knee, they put a knee on me and get to laughing (Okay) |
| Say «I can’t breathe"and then those words become the biggest caption |
| You just a coward and a bitch with badges |
| Hope that I live to see you see us snap you |
| End of an organization, I pray |
| Never cared about symbolic wins to pacify the |
| Real niggas know we still locked up like a baby to a crib |
| It’s up to us to decimate, the world ain’t get it how we live |
| Since the fall from brokenness was made break some ribs |
| So fuck a speech, we aimin' for the legs |
| Shut casket, all my niggas with shut caskets openin' their lids for this |
| I ain’t no savior, I’m a result of the pigs |
| I pray one day we organize enough to revolt from this shit |
| I play my part, and grow this wisdom in the meantime |
| I’m using instrumentals for the sentiment to see time |
| It’s keys for us to start unlocking if you just rewind and realize these cops |
| been some bastards and some felines |
| Progression is the goal, fuck these niggas tryna freeze time |
| They hidden in the system, dressin' up like they gon' feed mine |
| Straight for I peep they still prayin' for the decline |
| It’s ACAB forever, and fuck you if you can’t see why |
| Oh, right there? |
| ACAB like I need a taxi |
| At least them niggas want me in the back seat |
| They want me in the big house, they mad my pad is maxi |
| And matter fact they want my body in the Tallahatchie *Whistle* |
| They want my scalp, they know I’m half Apache |
| They know I’m grabbin' half a ticket off of half a rap sheet |
| They know my Mama Grandma Grandma put the Wall on Black Street |
| They know my Mama Dad Descendant of the Gullah Geechee |
| They pour the Fiji, try to whitewash while they pull the squeegee |
| They scared of skulls and bones and Ouijas, give 'em heebie jeebies |
| If that pandemic don’t pan out, they gonna Eazy-E me |
| They booked my partner for a P then tried to CBD me (Wooh) |
| If CPD hear this beat they can’t wait to beat me |
| I ball on these niggas then pay all of the court fines |
| March all of these pigs off of the cliff and make some pork rinds |
| More swine only leads to more crime |
| Every tattered vest and mass arrest was just a war crime |
| ACAB, bastards |