[Chorus]
Cock back, another record where they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me
You ever wonder why they cock back and make a record while they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me
[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]
For the record i rather would spit a ac
Than hop up on a record with a trigger cock
It make me think of the itchy fingers of killer cops
Make me think of the brutal killers of big and pac
I don't care if i win the tenth of a mil or not
Fuck the filler i'm spilling the feelings that i really got
They say i hopped on my high horse, well giddyup
They done gave me op
Am i supposed to diddy bop, giddy, when sean caught 50 shots?
And biddies, cower under millies while they pray to God
Don't leave em, relieve em from the demon digging in they crotch
And pleading, don't let the demon leave no semen for the swab
He skeet in em seed he might leave a fetus without a pops
Who threatened to pop the heater forced his penis into moms
How can a evil that lead to so many sobs and screaming repeatedly be featured in so many songs?
[Chorus]
Cock back, another record where they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me
You ever wonder why they cock back and make a record while they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me
[Verse 2]
Before burners we shot five
Really had to be a tough guy before shots fly
I mean shots flew
'fore every coward got to stand behind his own tool we stood on our own two
Now it's new school it's run by these new coons
New students is tutored on how shooters is so cool
Run to your computer load up your protools with clips of clips being unloaded unload on your whole tune
I can't do it
It's loco to include it when brown humans are dumped in basura with skulls exuding the white meat
Red seas seeping through white tees, i'm tryna do the right thing, kinda like spike lee
Think what it do to your psyche
Seeing a melon looking like a melted cherry italian icey
Shit how much longer can i say this politely
We're talking taking life, it's not to be taken lightly
[Chorus]
Cock back, another record where they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me
You ever wonder why they cock back and make a record while they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me
[Verse 3]
I don't hear no gunshots in pop songs
I hear a lot of gunshots in hip hop songs
Which makes it obvious that something is going wrong
And also makes it obvious there's something else going on
It's only tracks associated with blacks you're gonna come across these constant clicks and clacks
The consequence is sick and sad
We all taken for a ride, six flags
The major players is here to take, they not here to give
You hear these records playing while you're laying in your crib
If different iron is firing every time you listen
Conclusion is the illusion that's how we live
Which mean your tike is more likely to live it
Which makes it that much more likely he's ending up in prison
'cause selling records ain't the only way they paid
In fact it's nothing next to the cake off the legally enslaved
Peace
