Oktane - BBQ Spot lyrics

[Intro: Price] They're trying to cage us men [Hook: Price] Look, they wanna put me in a box (They do) The industry, the enemies, and the cops These n***as running around with mops They ain't working at no BBQ spot [Verse 1: Price] Mama said: "Live with a girl worth dying for, get some money and stay out the way" I hit the clinic let them weigh out the eighth Let's see how life is finna play out today I'm in the Benz doing like a whole eighty Getting mad-dogged by a white old lady Driving crazy while i'm bangin' old Jay Z I can tell that she mad as f** (Oh you mad uh? you mad uh) Cuz my skin black as f** Skin tatted up She in an average truck And my cash is up [Hook: Price] They wanna put me in a box The industry, the enemies, and the cops These n***as run around with mops And they ain't working at no BBQ spot [Verse 2: Price] Watch your head, watch your head Too many n***as out here dropping dead IPhone connected to the Feds Prescription meds pushed him to the edge Product of the environment Hair nappy so nobody's hiring Hard not to be violent Hard to keep quiet When you're waking up to sirens The shooting that happened in San Bernardino Was the government for all that we know For gun control, they want to harm the people USA is the heart of evil [Hook: Price] Man, they wanna put me in a box The industry, the enemies, and the cops These n***as run around with mops They ain't working at no BBQ spot They wanna put me in a box The industry, the enemies, and the cops They want everything that I got They never wanna see a n***a on top [Verse 2: Oktane] They wanna put me in a box And i'm fresh so I get that But have a seat, boy. Sit back You got yours, I need get-backs From IE, where the sh** cracks Where you get down where you pissed at And if not, you should've got b**h slapped Yeah, Yeah, it's real n***a time on the dot They staring because they smelling pot Got a W up like I'm Pac I'm really from the West and you're not So all that flexing got you looking regular Never been in pressure club sections Swish, swish, like I'm Roger Federer Slow it up I'm way too far ahead of them Came to the meeting And they said they wanna put me in a box The industry, the enemies, and the cops They goin' try to get you to stop 2016 sh**tin' on the OP's And my ex is trippin' cuz they dropped Making rapping commas do the trappin' numbers I know you heard the name, it's [?] [?] mama But Sun can chill, IE got the summer It's time to start handling business Yeah, it's time to start handling business Cuz the fam will need houses and Benz's Dressed in camo for doubting the Princes My only vice, a pretty face and a fast car Not to mention weed Funking on sticks and seeds I know love is all we need baby [Hook: Price and Oktane] But they wanna put me in a box The industry, the enemies, and the cops These n***as running around with mops And they ain't working at no BBQ spot They wanna put me in a box The industry, the enemies, and the cops They want everything that i got They never wanna see a n***a on top [Outro:] Now that's right n***a that's that real sh** n***a that's the sh** that they wanna hear out here in these streets my n***a Back up over there on that left coast That west coast, that best coast, left side everything Aight, Denise n***a Audio Push