This that chase music

This that sit and blaze to it

This that new generation shit

This that momma was raised to this

This that poppa was selling stones

And we grew up in broken home

Barely fording what we own

And owning none

And only loaned

Government assistance

And penny pinching on living

But we can maintain a image

A life we wish we were giving

Ouuu mama just got her food stamps

“Ouu damn”

Goes news man

Again

There the hooligans

That robbed and killed

Right by the food stand

Uh

This that black music

Epidemic of crack music

Still effective us that music

Bag and sell by the pack music

Packing it up

Ante up

If you run

I’ma aim at ya

And my nigga

No amateurs

This that shit that they want from us

They gon

Ride around on the block

(Ou Ou)

Make shit hot

(Ou Ou)

Thing gon pop

(Ou Ou)

Thing gon pop

(Ou Ou)

Mom on block

(Ou ou)

Crying nonstop

(Ou Ou)

Summer real hot

(Ou Ou)

Baby got shot

This that shit that they want from us

This that shit that they want from us

This that shit

Locked on wrist

Fuck for rent

Rent got spent

Stomach empty

Hood look empty

Nigga with me

Nigga with me

This that shit

(This that shit)

Locked on wrist

(Locked In wrist)

Fuck for rent

Rent got spent

Stomach empty

Hood look

“I’ve been living off noodles and tune fish for the past 3 three days my nigga”

“I mean he said he said he ready for the baby

And we still living at his momma house”

“Rodney! Shirley still selling food stamps?”

Yes Ms.Jenkins

The fuck you thinking

Nigga dies around this way so ain’t no blinking

It get cold around these parts so bring your blanket

Carry the nine

They ain’t no slime

Just chase them franklins

Benjamin’s

Don’t be round here trying to press some button

This just end

Half these niggas out here probably bluffing

I think

Half these niggas talk is just worth nothing

Shout out to my fam

And all my cousins

Hope y’all love it

This that breaking through backdoors

I move shit like fast forward

A bop no diddy no bad boy

This some way before that boy

This that fuck up the black boys

This that booger sugar

That just Lit hood up

Getting rid of gooder I

And the shoulda would

Drinking sugar water

This a nappy head bastard

Who ya father

You gooner

You don’t wanna

Fuck with Uncle Sam

Sam you can

Kiss my ass

Kick the can

Colonize

And start again

This that Reganomic

Straight in yo face like a comic

Where is the change that you promise

Hon nest ly

Please don’t not fuck with me

I knuck and buck with ease

Freedom no luxury

Freedom don’t fuck me

This is a pimp name slick back

Bottom bitch bring tips back

Or get socked like mix match

On the block for his cash

And she selling ass

Or selling stamps

Or selling bags

Or in the back of paddy wag

I feel bad for the kids had

Batter up with a foot on last

Amerikkk got a foot up yo ass

Put up a fight or put mag

Smith & Wesson

Bullets blessing

Block on block

Stain with ketchup

Niggas catch up

Must heard I say

They relish masta

Run away slave

What’s your name

The ship moved backward