PSA

By Trill3r

Released on December 17, 2020

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Mask on, gloves on, I'm tryna kill the summer time

Drinking summer wine

I bought Henny just to pour it

Champagne for another time, underline

I got hope on my phone, despair on the other line

I see fear in my brother's eyes

And it's clear over here but over there on the the other side

They'll leave their knee in your neck why you're calling for your mother

Motherfucker, how we ain't lined up the brother's on my brother's side?

Black whips, dressed black, bag, gun inside

Oh you coming right?

If the answer is yeah, you're one of mine

And if no, I wonder why

And these protests better than no progress

City of lost souls leavin' them brother's hopeless

You ain't sharing them stories you ain't woke Swift

I just say it on beat, the beat knows this

Mask on, gloves on, I'm tryna kill the summer time to winter doe

Black tints doe, Blm stickers on the window

Like that ain't been known, fuckin' insult

My agendas all black, intentions all that

Soak it all in, give it all black

We're gaining traction please don't fall back

You know thats pussy and you know what we call that

Yeah, they couldn't fly that all lives banner shit in my ends (Yeah)

I'll pull up on 'em all black, make Akon look light skin (Yeah)

If man are payin' attention then the thunder wouldn't surprise them (Yeah)

Feel our reign, our pain you know my ting

You know ridin' the thin line between fear and excitement

No Kodak moment, no Canon glow

Thank Allah for camera phones leaving man exposed

I told my sis' the mandem know that I stand alone, Yeah

There's no sheep in wolf's clothing, killed both brung it home

Then had a roast, then went vegan and that is woke

She said I never knew you had a soul

Kinda mad uno, yeah

It's about twenty to six in Loampit

Missed call from my associate

Stay on track, let's focus

Our voice is loud, you know this