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that cop gone empty the clip, until it cl!ck

he gone ride, i’m gone die for his clique

just put gas in my car until it cl!cked

i’ma keep telling ya’ll until it cl!cks

cotton gin, drain your fingers of the flavor

bottles sold
and buy a suit that’s tailored

family fortune grandparents was enslavers

now your rent too high for us pay it

your rent high & the weed legalized

lock up brown folks security maximized

becky sells weed “oh she trying to help her kids.”

if my sister do it, she gone do a bid
gentrifying hoods
we the target
they can’t erase what malcom x was to harlem
you can’t takе what clara luper is to me
use ellison’s name to mark your streets

that cop gone empty the clip, until it cl!ck

he gone ride, i’m gone die for his clique

just put gas in my car until it cl!cked

i’m gonna keep telling ya’ll until it cl!cks

never understood how u don’t see color
that means u don’t see oppression we was under
i raise my kids to know that they black
hope they understand it and avoid some of the traps
east side im trynna find a vibe
member them days i was trynna find. a job

everything we got
compared to everything we not
not settling
but settle in
and weather shots

motivated by everything that i’m not
only payment is everything that i want
so impatient if betters days is upon
sang that song picking cotton in the sun
traded whips and bed sheets in for guns
made a grip trynna reinvest the funds
cops still k!llin n*ggas wher i’m from
my n*ggas still k!llin n*ggas where from

- jabee lyrics

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