Verse 1: Anger's in the air it's getting hard to breathe Hard to think hard to swim it's getting hard to be I got 187 n***as thinking for me Mob mentality I swear I got the worst thoughts clinging to me It's like the devil's f**ing singing to me Singing to us cause we move as one dawg they're even blinking for me We tryna swim and they about to try and sneak up on me Say can't you see they tryna sink a homie, homie They stand grimy sloppy They tryna perform an Autopsy on bodies With Blood red eyes they get high is how they watch me Pull up with the posey, n***as tryna boss me obviously They tryna lock me, they know just what it costs me They just like to get off see Another male in jail and then another coffee Give anything to get these n***as off me, get off me Hook: And the siren got my heart bumping (x4) Rolling round the blocks its the cops out for something Verse 2: Something's creeping in the background Rolling with a bunch of black hounds and the pack loud So pipe down while the pack round They packing gets and they point em at the blacks now They like to tell me I shouldn't I hope the hate would lessen but it probably wouldn't Cause when I needed something they was offering couldn't These n***as offering guns, the police offering bullets, They tell em Keep the weapons arms length Perfect position to disarm the armed men If you're certain your vision intended to harm them Then alert the physician cause some sh** is upon them I enter cussing, middle finger gushing It's because I'm up to nothing they a**ume I'm up for something Check your six, look for when they're coming Get accustomed not to trust em dawg you heard it from your cousin Hook: And the siren got my heart bumping (x4) Rolling round the blocks its the cops out for something