Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alpha Moses
Vocals
Qur’an
Vocals
Mirl
Vocals
Gldn Chld
Vocals
Gmajr
Vocals
Ashaad Xavier Mackey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amir Moses Mackey
Songwriter
Ashaad Xavier Mackey
Songwriter
Devin Correll
Songwriter
Gaston Zarate
Songwriter
Quran C. Hamilton
Songwriter
Michael Lerebours
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alpha Moses
Producer
Quran C. Hamilton
Engineer
Lyrics
George Floyd
Say her name
Breonna Taylor
Hey Hey
(Hands up)
Ho Ho
(Don't shoot)
These racist cops have got to go
(Hands up, Don't shoot)
Hey Hey
Don't Shoot
Ho Ho
Don't shoot
These racist cops have got to go
(Black Lives Matter)
No Justice
No Peace
No Justice
No Peace
I'm chasing this dream
While the state hates on me
I'm tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
(I'm runnin')
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals patrolling the streets
(They stunnin')
Conflicted like speak my mind or just leave
Say the right thing they'll cuff me up and offer a plea
(The cops are comin')
So fuck that man where are the keys
Wild pigs tryna spread that fatal disease
(I'm runnin')
So tell me when have you heard a black cop
Mistakenly shooting a white kid
I'll wait
You see the thing is
There's no respect
No care in the world
The cops ignore the lives of black boys and girls
Then use their skin color
As an excuse
To get away with abuse
Since it is illegal to hang 'em from a noose
Now tell me
How we supposed to live in paradise
When the got us living in equivalence to a zoo?
They knew what they were doing
When they put them in the ghetto
Threw the crack and cocaine in there for a show
They got the nerve to say
"How could they be animals?"
(How could they be animals?)
Like it wasn't them making the
Peace so intangeable
You decided to discriminate against the blacks
But we remain in God's image
You remember that?
Guess not since you do the same racist acts
Pointing guns since you think we on attack
I got my hands up
Like I did something
Tan skin
I must've did something
Nah man y'all really getting me tight
Tio caught selling dope got sentenced for life
We got cops killing civilians
Like its alright hmm
Y'all don't really give a fuck
Thats why I look up to the sky
And I'm praying to God that
None of my niggas die
Cause I'm looking eye to eye with the cops now
This for my nigga that got choked
And slammed down
I don't know why
But I might see a homicide
This shit ain't right
Niggas is about to fight
So I'm looking to my left to see if he's alright
Yea I'm feelin bitter
I don't want my niggas dead on Twitter
It's not a white mans world?
Well I beg to differ
Nigga, What up?
Every time these niggas come through
All I see is violence
Putting cuffs on the kids
Tryna chill on the Island
Aw yeah they don't like it
When these mixed kids go all Black pride shit
If time is money
The clock is runnin'
I gotta watch up on my wrist
Cause the cops are comin'
I'm runnin'
I'm chasing this dream
While the state hates on me
I'm tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
(I'm runnin')
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals patrolling the streets
(They stunnin')
Conflicted like speak my mind or just leave
Say the right thing they'll cuff me up and offer a plea
(The cops are comin')
So fuck that man where are the keys
Wild pigs tryna spread that fatal disease
(I'm runnin')
Niggas have an instinct of running from the Cops
And then niggas turning Jerry Owens on the block
They hating on our race
They let our culture make it
But then they take our place
But we can't all predict this
Don't change odds if I'm rich
Skin color is the same
This nigger is insane
This nigger in a gang
That's all these niggas saying
I been going where I can't
They still think we don't think
Act like they shit don't stink
White spaz on my couch
Yea, I made her go south nigga
She can clean but don't cook nigga
We earned the right to vent
Fuck the one percent
Kill off most and only leave like one percent
I been lost but what I found just make pissed
Hands up on the floor like the cops taught us
We the new slave niggas like the cops bought us
Hoodie always stay on us
Don't Trayvon us
Murder black people
'Cause they tryna trademark us
Segregated the genders for segregate martyrs
Made illuminati tryna segregate the Carters
R.I.P. due to the cops to Eric Gartner
R.I.P. due to the cops to Michael Brown
Protests in Ferguson turned up the whole town
Tryna bring corporate America to the ground
What the fuck?
The cop ain't even go down
What the fuck?
The cop ain't even go down
Shot a nigga with Skittles
Left a cracker with a pound
Hand cuffs on my little brother
I'm not around
Crazy thoughts in my head
'Cause my brother brown
Another statistic shot by a racist round
Every time these niggas come through
All I see is violence
Putting cuffs on the kids
Tryna chill on the Island
Aw yeah they don't like it
When these mixed kids go all Black pride shit
If time is money
The clock is runnin'
I gotta watch up on my wrist
Cause the cops are comin'
I'm runnin'
I'm chasing this dream
While the state hates on me
I'm tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
(I'm runnin')
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals patrolling the streets
(They stunnin')
Conflicted like speak my mind or just leave
Say the right thing they'll cuff me up and offer a plea
(The cops are comin')
So fuck that man where are the keys
Wild pigs tryna spread that fatal disease
(I'm runnin')
George Floyd
Say her name
Breonna Taylor
Hey Hey
(Hands up)
Ho Ho
(Don't shoot)
These racist cops have got to go
(Hands up, Don't shoot)
Hey Hey
Don't Shoot
(Black Lives)
Ho Ho
Don't shoot
(Matter)
These racist cops have got to go
(Black Lives Matter)
No Justice
No Peace
No Justice
No Peace
Writer(s): Ashaad Mackey
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