[Verse 1: Chris Patrick]

Said I'm done being hung, so it's fuck the Americans

Fuck the experience, strung with embarrassment

Kill my brother for some dumb shit, expect us to be humble Samaritans

Done with the burials, what is we cherishing?

Pain done trickled down our family tree, niggas moving loveless and arrogant

Functionless marriages, drug use and carriages

Shawty said I'm just a fuck nigga, told her I was done with comparisons

Said I'm done with comparisons

[Chorus: Chris Patrick]

Ventilate

My niggas keep a bag full of gas

For the empty whip we tripping on

Whenever we move Intеrstate

I hope my shit don't crash

Hope thе trooper didn't notice when we passed

Pray we make it through and getaway

And get up out it

My homie moving reckless, nigga been about it

Don't OD if he check us, keep yo' wits about ya

He quick to load the clip shoot some shit, don't doubt it

[Verse 2: Chris Patrick & Deante' Hitchcock]

Vroom, vroom, skrrt off, just a lil' slap on the wrist

And the homies was laughing how crackers got choppers and still seem to act like a bitch

Momma just called my phone and she ask where I'm goin', I said I'd be back in a bit

'Cause I gotta get back in the mix, niggas thought we slacking off quick

'Cause it's hard being black in America

They gon' put that lil target on top of yo' head and they shoot when yo' actions is scarin' 'em

I don't wanna be packed no hearse

I don't wanna be front of no news clip

Not no Kapernick slapped in the dirt

They will kill me like nothing, that's true shit (Ayy)

They be acting like black is a curse (Ooh)

[Chorus: Deante' Hitchcock]

That's why I medicate

I hit the gas, then hit the gas

Said last time will be my last

But I been low, I need to elevate

My nigga, he just passed

I'm kind of sad to know last time will be the last

I hope he makes it up to Heaven's Gates

Shit, I doubt it, did a lot of dirt just tryna get up out it

But that's just my perspective 'cause I was with him wildin'

I take another hit and try to forget about it, uh

[Verse 3: Deante' Hitchcock]

Too soon, my dawg, I said that life is a bitch

Trying hard not to slip, but I can't get a grip on all my vices and shit

All my niggas is groomed like we jumped the broom, and they throwing rice in this bitch

That they can assume the world is against 'em, he said it don't pay to be pensive

I said peace of mind is expensive, and he beg to differ but everything comes with a price

Police write a reality check, nigga, you pay the cost with your life

All of this racial tension so thick

I'm convinced you can cut through that shit with a knife

He ask, "Why even put up a fight?"

It's 'cause I know that they won't hesitate

[Chorus: Deante' Hitchcock]

Throw my ass in body bags, zip me up and joke and laugh

'Cause they hate me but they will never say

The reason why they mad is 'cause I'm black

Well, I guess I would be too if I wasn't, thank you for everything

Get up out it

My niggas, them my niggas, call them "nigga" proudly

Some days I feel like I don't know how to feel about it

Some days I feel like I can't even do shit about it

So fuck the world

[Skit: Emilie Cowen]

You have three new message

Yo, can y'all niggas stop that rapping shit?

Like, I'm trying to vibe

Y'all got me in my motherfucking bag