I wonder what picture they'll use of me when I die
Or what if cops get me and try to roll back my eyes
All I know is when I'm gone I want me a parade
All thru the hood, a block party like nate woulda did
Not tone negative, but popos is predators
They preyin on us, predatin' way back to the hellish days, sprayin on us, my forefathers and mothers
They gonna pay, so tell my grandmother that she better pray cause I'm bout to go hella cray.
 Cause Sht ain't easy in these streets , the Sht I seen ironic , n***as sin to get the Jesus piece.
 Pull the piece out, pop a pussy to pieces and peace out
And ain't nobody spittin not a peep when police round
Shout my moms, she did more than she can
Kept me from all the shenanigans and the problems we had
She did a good job keepin me from them dealers, but if you're born a hood n***a, you gon be hood n***a, I'm finna

(Chorus x2)
Kill a cop
Fill em up, I ain't feelin one
Hit em up, like 2Pac but I hit em once
I'm in the cut, like fck that I ain't gettin cuffed
N***a what, I'm live wit it I don't give a fck

Verse 2
This that Geto Rock For The Youth
Like a pair of holy socks in your shoes brand new
I was in the trap with my n***as no tv just speakers freestylin til them speakers pop erry wknd
 Either that or til we see them cops
Rollin up, down the block, low it down my n***a stop
Knowin I would hate to have me and my n***as as neighbours , trappin , blastin buju banton til the AM
Cause last time what happened, I was in my apt
The cops came in threatening to start poppin
I'm like chill, hold up, what's happenin
Yall goin thru my crib pots and pans n
Threatening to shoot my dog that's my mans dem
Suckas came thru tryna know my name, cause they heard I'm on and poppin, makin hella gwap and they wanna see if it's a Glock in the crib I'm finna

Chorus x2
Say fck a cop x6