[Verse 1: Ameer Vann] My male role models drug dealers and thugs My father learned how to solve problems with guns And when I grew up I learned what racism was And what teaching it does, and like my teachers would say "Little black boys have a place in the world Like hanging from trees." Or dead in the street, like I seen on TV All them boys they killed, they looked just like me Not like Brandon or Chandler, but Malik and Kareem I was born with a target, and it stuck to my skin And I learned in social studies, I was one of them men Who were locked in the chains, but not locked in the pen But I'm bigger than that, I'm the beginning and end
[Verse 2: Dom McLennon] I'm the sun and the moon I'm the light and the dark, I am life in the tomb I'm the pharaoh and slave, gentrifying my spirit It's like a knife in the womb, refuse to act like a parrot Or to dance like a monkey, see your stance is apparent That's why I'm here for the money, don't care to cater to Mary Y'all fetishizing my spirit, I see your culture’s dependent On what you didn’t inherit, won't let my world be attempted I'm staying distant
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract, Merlyn Wood] Who gonna be the reason why I get high? Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? Who gonna be the gunner that I don't trust? Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? Who gonna be the reason why I get high? Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? Who gonna be the gunner that I don't trust? Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? Who gonna be the reason why I get high? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the gunner that I don't trust? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the reason why I get high? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the gunner that I don't trust? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? (Bloodsucka!)
[Bridge: Kevin Abstract] Bum, bum, beat 'em, I would never wanna be 'em If I catch 'em slipping, they gon' have to meet the eagle Bum, bum, beat 'em, treat these niggas how I see 'em I don't need you either, send you right back where I seen ya Bum, bum, beat 'em, I would never wanna be 'em If I catch 'em slipping, they gon' have to meet the eagle Bum, bum, beat 'em, treat these niggas how I see 'em I don't need you either, send you right back where I seen ya
[Outro: Ameer Vann & Merlyn Wood] In the game, in the game, in the game, in the game (bloodsucka!) In the game, in the game, in the game, in the game (bloodsucka!) Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs (bloodsucka!) Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs In the game, in the game, in the game, in the, in the In the game, in the game, in the game, running thangs Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running, run Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
