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royal clutch – black n’ mild lyrics

[verse 1: kos d]
tell me something i don’t know (what!)
tell me something i can’t see (huh!)
sh-t a n-gg-h move antsy
a n-gg-h catch dreams of the clean
pull the lean for the team with a stretch cause i fiend too much
sh-t a n-gg-h had gleam throw the d for the queens on her knees shorty scream too much
i don’t give two f-cks
sh-t i been out trying
in the pan out frying, out here stepping them eyes ain’t drying
but the pigs stay flying
where the f-ck my mind supposed to cool n-gg-h they picked that too
raw like a new tattoo
i’m up in the morning with a brand new blues
arraignments that i’m gonna mix with booze
caught up in the mix how ima stick that move, i don’t wanna take that lose or take that loss, hit em with the cross test missed for the court
community service they do it on purpose i’m hit
looking at n-gg-hz they sick, how you gon speak on that sh-t, um-ss you ready to flip and n-gg-hz gon deal with that sh-t you know what it is
im hoping i pull up with this if i wasn’t in school they’da pulled up a bid
believe in that sh-t
officer dodd and his squad could go choke on a d-ck afflicting the pimp
i’m limping around with my hand on my sick and i ain’t doing sh-t
fighting be something i miss feels like i’m crossing a bridge and its burning my lips the purpose to this being personal sh-t
numbering n-gg-hz to criminal tips
american ways setting us up for american graves how am i sane
when livings been splitting my brain

[hook]
let me get that forty ounce n-gg-h
obama just won
lemme get that 40 oz n-gg-h
obama just won
time to get that 40 out n-gg-h
they pulling out guns
tryna keep us black n mild n-gg-h obama just won

[verse 2: jase]
sh-t as i lace up my j’s
and take a drag of this joint
never did i think everyday i would ask whats the point
they yelling n-gg- you blessed
but i’m yelling n-gg- you wrong
if a motherf-ker been blessed
tell me what’s the point of this song
and at 24 years old
sh-t not much do i know
but addicted to weed smoke
and b-tches who deep throat
momma thinking i need hope
sh-t what if i do
cause dammit jason your -ss is changing
like you f-cking badu
so what the f-ck can i do
when i see the news on the tube
to see some n-gg-s who k!lling n-gg-s
cops busy they squeezing triggers
just to aim it at you
my city sad, my people mad cause of them nypd blues
middle fingers up n-gg- f-ck you
i wrote these songs after protests and some after parties
partly so i can get an understanding why i’m not sorry
you see i live the way i live
sh-t i drink the way i drink
use this pad up plus this ink
imma break the bank in spite of what you think
so i guess i’m proud to be black as f-ck n-gg-, deepen my roots
too bad the blacker my body n-gg-
the longer the noose
so what the f-ck can i do?
when the game ain’t built for me and you
so i guess young jiggy just keep it jiggy
now sip your deuce deuce

[verse 3: reese]
this aching feeling i’m pained to deal with in the wake of k!llings
is like nothing these mothers have to face when they lay their children to rest
ashamed that black death it takes to enrage our village, and town
but we need to slow down the number cops take as victims
i’m sick and tired of hearing lies
poorly made decisions to not indict
this sh-t ain’t right, i’m afraid of our system
rather yours, not mine, this sh-t just ain’t designed for me
and never was, but you made it seem like i could strive to be
one in a milli-on
america’s really on some sh-t if you think the conditions we live ain’t really wrong
the same race who enslaved us and made it safe for y’all
is pointing the finger at us, to say we endanger all
i ain’t no anthropologist but that don’t make no sense
it’s just, the ones you place in them cages will break the fences
eventually, we as a people won’t wait no longer, you can’t tell me
everything’s gon be different if we remain so friendly
i ain’t co-signing the violence but we just staying ready
and for my people who’s dead and gone, i will get it on
and for my people who dead and gone, i will get it on
and for my people who dead and gone, we remaining strong

- royal clutch lyrics

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