Fist

Lyrics

Verse 1: [Translee] Dreams, manifested, I grabbed them ambidextrous I love the world but this the music Alabama mess with Sip it slow like I'm a fan of Texas Sip it slow like Big Mo and Fat [?] picked a random guest list Got me on my plan of excellence Conscious women got me on my [?] checklist So you know they [?] And I don't need no besties All I got is my word and my testes don't test this reckless shit I might put the mic down on some civil rights shit Like Killer Mike did I'm on some kill the hype shit [?] like you need your light fixed And treat you like you OJ and just kill the white bitch Tomorrow's never promised I don't need no psychic And smoking weed might be one of your only vices But they'll treat you like you OJ and just kill the white bitch They'll treat you like you OJ and just- Chorus [Grey] Uh, they don't want black leaders to exist Unless it's points rebounds and assists Touch downs rushing yards of the blitz Don't put down your raised up fist When that Glock go blam and explode Police won't take your soul When there's no one left to convict Don't put down your raised up fist Verse 2: [Translee] We've been afflicted, convicted, predicted, evicted, restricted And it's never been simplistic Even though we are gifted, uplifted, artistic, exquisite, holistic but we treated like we sadistic