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{Intro} {repeat 8x}
FUCK P O, L I, C E
{Verse 1: Lord Byron}
How the fuck do niggas survive in an era were protection is fatal
When you can’t walk to the streets with hoodies on or they blaze you
Well my hoodies on right now faggots over my eyes, cried but my tears like showers for your kids pigs
I praised Pac when he showered on your pigs, ribs
I praise God won’t even devour these pigs, kids
Im pissed as ever
Pissed on the devil put out the fire, God said love who you hate so I disposed of all my admires
Ironically, I hate myself but I love my brain
Which means I hate the way I think so the love is in vein
Will my black skin get my defaced
I don’t know
Will my black skin get me replaced
I don’t know
Will my black skin get my erased
I don’t know
But my black skin is all I have so if it’s so it’s so
All my niggas love artifacts
Painted black Camry’s
Playing craps
All my niggas love Starter caps
20 gods in ghost, blowing on toast…
Niggas who hate bugs but will pass you the roach
I got dough like my nigga DGH
I hit LA just to bump Dwele
And get dough with my nigga DGH
Catch me at a Opera like a mobster in tux
Niggas wanna say something to me but the flow is to lux
Antique pieces, Mona Lisa’s, Monet’s no leases
Mo money
Mo murder
Mo fame
Mo pain
Mo leaches…
{Hook: Lord Byron}
Better believe ima ride when it come to the set
Better believe I ima die when it come to the set
Better believe ima ride till you niggas is wet
Better believe me nigga if it’s war then I’m set
Better believe me nigga if it’s whores than it’s sex
Better believe me, nigga if it’s war than it’s techs
Better believe me!!!
{repeat 5x} {fades into Dame interlude}
FUCK P O L I C E
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