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grøund xrø - bandana lyrics

[intro]
“hey my mans. where it at?”
“aye k, man i ain’t got it on me right now, but i got you for sure next time.”
“that’s what you been saying cos, so what’s up?”
“k, it ain’t even like it, yo i been– oh h-ll who’s that pulling up?”

[verse]
repping the boulevard where the norm is getting your father shot
over some used parts from the garage getting them p-wned at the shop
or maybe the discharge of a .40 left somebody’s brother to rot
this ain’t a life style this a real battle got you praying to god
this ain’t a coincidence this a setup this all been a part of a plan
this a systematic full proof cue got you silencing the lambs
they say the power lies in the people but know they ain’t showing they hands
who put the guns here, put the drugs here, who’s the one in command?
you like the feds with the blue
or reppin red like maroon
from the west coast to the east coast
leave them dead with the tool
the law fronting like it’s equal
when we know it ain’t true
every law targeting minorities
now we all scared to move
ugh

move in shadows like cat burgling
no smoke and mirrors just heads turning
no cops and robbers just lead burning
this h-ll on earth i’m dead certain
like golden eye they might pull the trigger
you spreading lies they gone come and k!ll you
you roll the dice and i’ll tell the figures
she offered box when i called for dinner
you pay for ice but keep stealing liquor
get shot and die mother crying rivers
no city lights here just gas and litter
can’t say goodbye till they pray my scripture
kid riding dirty might need a filter
this life is perm until ya get the clippers
she gave the flower he left her wilted
i hate that poor folk ain’t getting richer

[bridge]
you misjudged ain’t tadpoles in the mud
salamanders we all cold to the blood
what’s yo flag what’s your call sign lil cuh?
these bandannas, ain’t like the panthers
corrupt

[verse]
all i wanna do is be free call me isosol
villain of the streets i’m j cole
running up on me want all smoke
pull up with the heat best not choke
do i wanna die jit h-ll no
k!ll em when i speak that death flow
hunter in the streets left red snow
everybody know where the feds post
can i rap like rat pack
“under pressure” that real life soundtrack
why kids gotta keep that thing strapped
why jits wanna get they face tat
someone let ray get his place back
he ain’t with the guns and that laced crack
why his brother have to catch that stray blast
why the feds gotta target unpaid blacks

we cannot quit it, go get it, be stubborn
you cannot finish it without the rubber
get to your vision get out of the gutter
forget about stealing and get you a hustle
nipsey done fell but he lifted his brothers
speak with your spirit and you will not stutter
stay out of prison so mothers don’t suffer
we gotta rise and look out for each other

forget about fame
stay in your lane
quit spending your money on ludicrous things
you gotta save
get you a bank
get off of the streets and stop selling that cane
you wasn’t raised
to stay in the place
that stripped all your family’s smiles away
get out your way
stay out the grave
throw the bandannas and weapons away

really getting blasted if you caught lacking
now brothers’ hearts turning blacker than spades
you ain’t half of a man if you’ve never been standing
up to the violence and risking your grave
children in traffic and muzzles been flashing
people get taken and k!lled everyday
everyone panic and no one got answers
heros end up with some lead in their brain

life so hard everyone here suicidal
reach for the gun or the holy bible
need some help but afraid to dial
no love here for the lonely child
the gr-ss looks greener on the other side
only see real through the tiger’s eye
everyday seem like the end of times
everyday feel like your last alive

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