VERSE 1:
N***as always doing some stupid shit
And
They stay talking
Keep your mouth running
N***a you can get to walking
Ya I know it
Express it but won't show it
For any n***a who is brave enough to step to me
I’ll show em
Ya n***a I'll throw em

TRANSITION
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VERSE 2:
Expectations from these relations
Seems to cause no hesitation
To this nation
So I got my message
Listen actively
N***as is blasphemy
But be respecting everything
Constantly switching, ya
My mind it goes into submission
And now I'm stuck on this mission
To bring some help to the youth
A lot of people refuse
A lot of damn hate crimes
To many damn lost times
They riot on the streets
Packing heat
Killing off the weak
They just don’t see
None of this is really meant for you or me
You kill a op
I'll guarantee
That your getting shot
Mobbing like a beast
Cause you love the streets
Got nothing to gain
So you resort to pain
Losing from that pain
So they hang you by your chain

TRANSITION
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VERSE 3 (XXXTENTACION'S RIOT VERSE AS A TRIBUTE)
You ever seen a n***a hung with a gold chain?
I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but n***as like the task force
Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
N***as ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon’ bleed silent
What’s the justice in sayin', "Fuck it," and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin’, n***a I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you'd rather hear me say, "Fuck the black prejudice
Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant
Views" and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won’t dare say that you should stop the fuckin' ignorance
Murder ops, killin' shit, I'd enjoy the thrill of it
Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em
Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em
Murder 'em, never heard of 'em
I could preach the peace but say, "Fuck it," and preach the murder
'Cause this ain't fuckin' life that we livin'
Go ahead and grab the extension
Grab another one: uncle, cousin, brother, son
Glory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of the innocence
But in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance
Blasphemous, killin' our own, murderin' black—

OUTRO