Black Neighborhood

[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 nigga 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 niggas 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