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jon connor – the procedure lyrics

[verse 1]
consider this the soundtrack to
where the bodies never found at
p+ssy n+gga, better run
’cause i can tell that you ain’t grow up ’round that, yeah
know you heard about the water
n+gga, this ain’t where you wanna drown at
boy, i’m lookin’ crazy like [?] motherf+cker
it ain’t sh+t for us to smile at
100,000 people that ain’t never seen $100,000 in they lifetime
how i’m ‘posed to focus when they busy in my city
puttin’ poison in the pipeline?
lil’ n+ggas hearin’ +automatic gunfire+ instead of lullabies when it’s nighttime
seventh grader hopin’ that he wake up, prob’ly seen a couple murders in his lifetime, ah!
n+gga, you too fake, too fake, too fake, too fake
pop, pop, n+gga take two shots right to his two+face
y’all wanna blame trump
it was f+cked up when we was a blue state
they don’t really give a f+ck about us
they pretend, the same agenda with a new face
we pray to god to take these scars
or take the weight of satan’s cause
erase the hate that make a gangster take a life then take the charge
oh, we ain’t worth savin’? tell me what the f+ck you base it off
the fact that we was raised in a cage, that’ll make you wanna go break the law
murder murder murder, murder murder murder on my mind
murder murder murder ain’t sh+t ’cause we see it all the time
if you ain’t a gangster, what the f+ck you doin’ on the frontline?
y’all screamin’, “black lives matter”, why the f+ck n+ggas still dyin’?
woah, i’m prob’ly wrong, right?
prob’ly ’bout to go this one alone, right?
what we livin’ in is h+ll, make a n+gga wanna go and take his own life
what we livin’ in is world war 3, anybody get it on sight
and if any n+gga violate? then it ’bout to be a long night
mo’ stress, no rest, f+ck press, f+ck a rally, f+ck a protest
f+ck a industry, n+gga, all my folks broke
f+ck whoever hoppin’ on jets
you ain’t caught a bullet then you’re blessed
you ain’t caught a bullet then you next
could get it f+ckin’ b+tches in the ‘jects
this is how we live, n+gga, yes

[chorus]
and all he heard was
what we gon’ do?
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t shoot
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t shoot
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t+
we ain’t never had the upper hand, what we got to lose?
what we gon’ do?
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t shoot
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t shoot
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t+
we ain’t never had the upper hand, what we got to lose?

[verse 2]
the homie on his third seed, frontin’ like he ballin’
like the [?] baby mama wildin’
so the kids see domestic violence right before they turn three, yuh
mama got fake [?] never really did the church thing
don’t n0body give a f+ck about us, how we feelin’
by the time a n+gga thirteen
that’s fuel to the fire, the youth ain’t inspired
puttin’ humans in an inhuman environment
losin’ they mind and every politician [?] that you stupid and lyin’
ruthless and violent, we ain’t got a motherf+ckin’ choice on how our future’s decided
clueless, divided, shoot and riot
they like it ’cause n0body in blue get indicted, woo
tell a little truth and the room start feelin’ a little funny, huh?
i bet it do, cause i ain’t speakin’ for the n+ggas with the money bruh
i’m talkin’ to my n+ggas trappin’ tryna flip their last lil hundred bucks
doin’ what we gotta do, but it’s all we know, we f+ckin’ up
just got caught by them red lights, paranoid
we can die over headlights, cops got a gun and i don’t
but we ain’t ‘posed to look scared, right?
i miss the days when you got pulled over
and you just got read rights, but

[chorus]
all he heard was
what we gon’ do?
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t shoot
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t shoot
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t+
we ain’t never had the upper hand, what we got to lose?
what we gon’ do?
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t shoot
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t shoot
n+gga freeze, hands up, and i hope he don’t+
we ain’t never had the upper hand, what we got to lose?

- jon connor lyrics

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