MP 808 - Blackman lyrics

[Hook: Quavo] Black man, drop top There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? It is because that I'm perfect? [Verse 1: Quavo] Ridin' down 85, three in the morning Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin' the gas) I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID) He said, "We ain't in Cali n***a, get out, put your hands up" Runnin' real hard shook the taser (shook the taser) Runnin' real hard shook the taser (shook the taser) I told him can we split it, we gon' shake 'em n***a hit my phone when you made it (brrp) Out of here, PJ to Jamaica Naw I ain't tell ya wrong, get the paper Been fightin' too long against haters My attitude, yeah I'm going for the shaders [Verse 2: Rara] Live from the cracks of the concrete 12 try to take a n***a off the street Make the gun sound now for Mike Brown Take a n***a life when you face down Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon Gun by the window like Detroit Red Bring that sh** by the neck of my woods And bet a n***a a** end up dead Pig in a blanket, f** was you thinkin'? Free that n***a Boosie, runnin' at the police Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC Tryna keep a Phantom like DC Hangout the G like free Meek k** a n***a reachin' for a cell phone Hurt to tell his mama he ain't comin' home That's why I stay strapped all summer long And you know it [Hook: Quavo] Black man, drop top There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? It is because that you nervous? (damn) [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Black man Running from the law like Pac-Man Try and throw the raw all in the trash can Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam Mug shot on the news, he a mad man When all he did was hustle to run the cash in He feedin' kids in jail if he wasn't crackin' Too many felonies on my jacket All of my brothers turn to a**a**ins We seen too many brothers get put in caskets Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies In the graveyard back then I went from sittin' on clubs to the cashmere You shoulda seen how I flossed on 'em last year Two Maybachs and I had a bad year Young n***a countin' money like a cashier White man wanna pay me like I'm U-N-O n***as wanna see me at my funeral Neither of my own homie wanna do me though Layin' on my dog crib like I'm Snoopy though That's my n***a, I ain't even wanna do it though If I don't do it, sh** I know he gon' do me though Cause he broke and he trippin' 'bout stupid hoes But I'mma die just like motherf**in' Julio Black man [Hook: Quavo] Black man, drop top There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? It is because that I'm perfect? [Verse 4: T.I.] Police see I got my hands up Still wanna k** me, they don't understand us They be lookin' for a reason just to shoot me And wanna do me how they do us in the movies Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol Or I did it cause I thought he was a m**m My message to America, felon or d**h here The liquor we die, we just substances left here First you put us in a small hood And then you beat us and you treat us like it's all good And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally k**in' n***a, no penalty, they can do that sh** legally Bet I can make that a** think 'fore you shoot You k** me, man there gon' be more of some riotin' and lootin' We say black lives matter, you say all lives But y'all ain't the ones gettin' hogtied Persecuted, executed, one day it gon' be time for retribution Hope you don't ever see your son in an institution I know karma is constant and God ain't no nonsense You doin' wrong just to run sh** One day the time gon' run out for the dumb sh** Ain't no deception, tryna get in Heaven You gettin' nailed, bet it's on your Mary And you know what you did for who how much you really care And what you really felt, he gon' deny the opportunity to unify With people who look similar to you and I Cause he don't wanna have a [Hook: Quavo] Black man, drop top There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? It is because that I'm perfect? Black man, drop top There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? It is because that I'm perfect?