chris patrick – typical shit lyrics
[verse 1: chris patrick]
said i’m done being hung so it’s f+ck the americans
f+ck the experience strung with embarrassment
k!ll my brother for some dumb sh+t
expect us to be humble samaritans
done with the burials, what is we cherishing?
pain done trickled down our family trees
n+ggas moving loveless and arrogant
functionless marriages
drug use and carriages
shawty said i’m just a f+ck n+gga
told her i was done with comparisons
said i’m done with comparisons
ventilate
my n+ggas keep a bag full of gas
for the empty whip we tripping on
whenever we move interstatе
i hope my sh+t don’t crash
hope the troopеr didn’t notice when we passed
pray we make it through and getaway
and get up out it
my homie moving reckless n+gga been about it
don’t odee if he check us keep yo wits about ya
he quick to load the clip shoot some sh+t don’t doubt it
vroom vroom
skirt off
just a lil slap on the wrist
and the homies was laughing
how crackas got choppas
and still seem to act like a b+tch
momma just call my phone
and she ask where i’m gon
i said i’d be back in a bit
cause i gotta back in the mix
n+ggas thought we slacking off quick
cause it’s hard being black in america
they gon put that lil target on top of ya head
and shoot when yo actions is scaring em
i don’t wanna be packed no hearst
ion wanna be front of no news clip
not no kapernick slapped on the dirt
they will k!ll me like nothing that’s true sh+t
this be acting like black is a curse
[verse 2: deante’ hitchc+ck]
that’s why i medicate
i hit the gas then hit the gas
said last time will be my last
but i been low i need to elevate
my n+gga he just passed
i’m kind of sad to know last time will be my last
i hope he makes it up to heaven’s gate
sh+t i doubt it, did a lot of dirt just tryna get up out it
imagine my perspective ‘cus i was with him wilding
i take another hit and try to forget about it
uh, too soon, my dawg
i said that life is a b+tch
trying hard not to slip
but i can’t get a grip with all my vices and sh+t
all my n+ggas is groomed like we jumped the broom
and they throwing rice in this b+tch
they thinking the soon the world is against us
he said it dont pay to be pensive
i said peace of mind is expensive
and he beg to differ but everything comes with a price
police write a reality check, n+gga you pay the cost with your life
all this racial tension so thick
i’m convinced you can cut all this sh+t with a knife
he ask why i even put up a fight?
its ‘cus i know that they won’t hesitate
i throw my ass in body bags, zip me up and joke and laugh
‘cus they hate me but they will never say
the reason why they mad is ‘cus im black
well i guess i would be too if i wasn’t thank you for everything
get up out it
my n+ggas they my n+ggas call them n+gga proudly
some days i feel like i don’t know how to feel about it
some days i feel like i can’t even do sh+t about it so f+ck the world
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