[Intro]
RBG ridin' shit, real gangsta shit, n***a

[Verse 1]
My name's Divine, I'm from the Bronx, you might know me
Young n***a, babyface, heart of an OG
I'mma tell you like my poppa told me
Stay sucka free and fuck the police
What you know about honor, respect and loyalty?
What you know about the father Chet and Huey P?
What you know about being hung, stabbed in the grill?
Nothing 'cause you don't know about that young Emmett Till, on the real
All these fake thugs know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
We don't live by the gun
We just die by the gun
I know Volеtta Wallace when she still had a son
I know DMC whеn she told Jada run
'Cause as soon as the paper come
That's when them haters come
Aiming at your safe for your cake and your crumbs
Can't escape where your from
I was raised in the slum
When I was young, most of my jewels came from the bums on the block
Don't be fooled by the cops
'Cause they just hate us
Wanna see us locked fam, man
They wanna see us rot
'Cause they know a man's dignity is all that he got
Pass the rockefeller law to make us all stay [?]
Feds handing out bids, starting 15 a pop
Knock my sister on the floor the day they came to take pops
That's why my little brothers hate cops
And they banging on the system and they ain't finna stop
If you scared, say you scared
We only get one shot
I'mma say this shit here whether you like it or not
I'mma outlaw, rebel to America
Banging on the system
Won't be a victim
I'mma hit 'em up
Bang them in the neck and the gut
And I won't stop banging 'til the coffin's shut