R.I.P. POP SMOKE

Rest In Peace to the woo
And all the other niggas dying that we ain’t seeing in the news
Too many black people getting killed, I wonder if ima see 22
Too many black women getting raped, I wonder if we gon see all these dudes
End up in jail cause these men are some criminals
Fighting for human rights, this ain’t political
Say it loud, say it loud
Nigga I’m black, nigga I’m proud
Say the name of all the niggas that they killed
Arrest the fucking cops that shot my nigga down
Down to the floor, the floor
Take them to court, to court
Christian Dior, Dior
We robbing all the stores
We gon burn this shit down, take us to the pound
Ima break us out, fuck around like its Shawshank
Post a black square on your Instagram but I ain’t never seen you out here
marching
This shit never stop, we afraid of the cops cause them niggas ain’t never been
good
We don’t want banners or public apologies
Please tell the cops get the fuck out my hood
Been so much ain’t no fear in us, sophomore face full of hammers,
fuck would you do?
Left-handed on me, went like Ginobli
Hopped out the streets and I head to the booth
Childhood friends on the phone line
Praying that they get free the whole time, ain’t shit to lose
I protect everything and everyone that I care about promise I’m speaking my
truth
Going for the game man fuck OT
Double cross me? then it’s blood on the leaves
City too cold but I’m bringing that heat
That’s word to Miami but O on my sleeve
One of a kind and that’s part of the reason people get stuck when they tryna do
me
Wifey so wet that I’m seasick, straight off the strength that she know she my
queen
Niggas be frauds for the seasons, stressing themselves they don’t know who to be
Wake up and look in the mirror, king filled with melanin that’s who I see
Never go against the family, we gon mob got nothing to lose
Hate us but don’t miss a story, all on ig tryna study the moves
Chop, chop, All of my niggas got Glocks
Your bitch she get freaky on top
She sucking my dick it’s a rock
I got some demons tote with them heaters
Have you eternally dreaming
On the ground just bleeding
Take off your motherfuckin' head for no reason
Drop, drop, you and your niggas gon' flop
I got this rap shit on lock
Nigga just ask the whole block
Serving that 8th with Ciroc
Fall out of line, hit you in your spine
Now you just run out of time
Your bitch she a dime, ask for a line
Now she gon' come through and dine
All these rhymes like I’m in my prime
Nigga this should be a crime
Brodie my slime, know he gon' ride
Nigga just tell him a time
Give a fuck if you like
Heard his tape he a liar
I set the whole hood on fire
Yeah
This shit getting different it never was easy
I must’ve forget it, I drop it and cock it then pop it so greasy
Don’t you deceive me
All these fake ass bitches gon slip
I don’t trust niggas with motherfucking move
Half of the time, gotta walk with a limp
9 Years old, got by the cops
I see these demons in my nightmares
I wanna stop, get the drop on the ops
But these demons never fight fair
No good days, when it’s all times on this side
I seen that slug blood, running through
True, we was in the field
We was only training for the kill
Avon ave, on beef for a bill
Lives getting rob, cops in the blocks
We ain’t shot back, scared as shit
And when we provoked to blow, you don’t compare to shit
Fuck is you shitting me
Cops gotta see death
Until my brothers don’t gotta see less
Sometimes this life don’t even seem real
Got my hands up, but I won’t freeze still
Rip Trayvon, Rip Mike Brown
Protest, know this is my right now
They’ll never forget it
I got a paranoid soul, life livid
Innocent innocent innocent innocent
Look at the clip, what they did again
Another unarmed black man got shot down
But it ain’t no thing, when you gon die brown