Gun Control

[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