[Intro]

You don’t really see the bigger picture

Painting on canvas with only liquor

Stick in the mud with my feet up

Calling my homies to see what’s up

Then they tell me that I shouldn’t worry

Paying for school and the dormitory

One day they’ll follow my footsteps

Well then what’s next, then what's next?

[Hook]

Cruising down the

Street with all my homies

Screaming ACAB

‘Till they scream right back, freeze

Put yo hands up

High where I can see them

When will they be held

Accountable for mayhem

[Verse 1]

Fill up my Carti, a whole lotta red

I need a reason to get outta bed

Cause when I wake up there’s new blood every day

Turn on the news man this shit ain’t ok

Brothers and sisters are shot by the people

Who claim to protect

But they never got legal repercussions

Who do you serve?

Do you not know what the people deserve?

It stem from the cities that redline

The HOLC sipping red wine

Do not call yourself an ally

For moving to indy to gentrify

Sending your children to private School

Does not help the children without the tools

To get out the mud in the shitty system

That we live in, that’s why I’m

[Hook]
Cruising down the

Street with all my homies

Screaming ACAB

‘Till they scream right back, freeze

Put yo hands up

High where I can see them

When will they be held

Accountable for mayhem

Cruising down the

Street with all my homies

Screaming ACAB

‘Till they scream right back, freeze

Put yo hands up

High where I can see them

When will they be held

Accountable for mayhem

[Verse 2]

I know I can’t say that much

I don’t wanna steps on your toes and such

But I watch this industry

With the silent labels and companies

Black artists make most of your profit

Yet you aren’t doing anything to stop this

It doesn’t cost anything to care about an issue so severe

I’m always wondering when will it end

Saying shit you will never understand

Wrote a whole tape and you ask what it means

Maudlin is in the first minute it seems

That comprehension ain’t one of your strengths

But maybe it’s me and you’re pulling the strings

I never signed up to become a puppet but fuck it

I’m stuck in the middle and all outta luck while I’m

[Hook]

Cruising down the

Street with all my homies

Screaming ACAB

‘Till they scream right back, freeze

Put yo hands up

High where I can see them

When will they be held

Accountable for mayhem