[Intro: Bobby Sessions]
You ready?
Yeah
You know, you know

[Verse 1: Bobby Sessions]
Crack head, smack head
Dead body, court room
Hospital, grandma
Drug deal, gun tucked
Hit lick, dip out
Fence hop, dice roll
Cardboard cop car
Make off, dog sniff
Squadron, dark tint
Cold block, jail cell
No food, no lights
Big blunt, big can
Six kids, no dad
One mom, six jobs
Boyfriend, black eye
Skip school, fuck hoes
Gold chain, new clothes
Old car, new rims
Bills late, rent due
Gang signs, gangland
Blood spilled, trash cans
Church pew, hands pressed
Mugshot, don't smile
Leave house, no money
Come back, your money
Spend that, blow money
Sell that, blow money
Rambo, jump shot
White out one block
Dancing, hip-hop
[Chorus]
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, gun store
Foot Locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
Shoot you
Funeral
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, gun store
Foot Locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
Shoot you
Funeral

[Verse 2: Bobby Sessions]
Gold grill, ice clean
Jordan, fight scene
Tear drop tattoos
Bright orange jumpsuit
Muslim, white man
Barbershop, cookout
Kool-Aid, curveball
Big smile, long cup
New house, old couch
Blasting, fist fight
Black boy, black belt
Back, uh, street switch
Red ale, red brews
Red nose, pit bulls
Red flag, blue flag
Red lights, blue lights
Green light, yellow light
Red light, drive-by
Black life
Flatline
Why lie? Why?
Bible, bad tune
Needle, bathroom
TV, dead cousin
[Chorus: Bobby Sessions]
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, gun store
Foot Locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
Shoot you
Funeral
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, gun store
Foot Locker, usual
New shoes, new boo
Shoot you
Funeral

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
Black star, black car, black bitch
Same n***a raise a black fist, put crack in a black fist
Yeah, that's that black shit
Sold dope in front of your house, still with the Morehouse, big black shit
Bigger, blacker, bolder, like Shaft, bitch
Ain't a cracker giving me the shaft, bitch
Nat Turner with the burner, he gon' need a graft, bitch
Black lives matter? Then prove it
Grab a black Glocker, make them coppers face the music
They try to tell me, "Mikey, but your papa was a copper"
I tell 'em, "Suck my dick because my auntie is Assata"
And then I double down and tell them something twice as hard
Jesus is a fraud, the black woman is god
'Cause n***as ain't no Martins if you ain't got no Corretas
If you ain't got no Bettys and no Winnie Mandelas
And if you don't respect her, you just like your oppressor
And maybe that's why we fucked up now and we living lesser
Yes, sir