Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
I think for the most
part our generation is
Filled with a bunch of
motherfucking cowards
And I say that man cause we beef
with amongst each other
We kill and we shoot each other
in our own hoods
And we bang each other, we won't bang cops,
Dm
you know what im sayin
And one thing theses motherfuckers
They know we wont do shit
Verse 2
Am
I'm grippin' the neena
Visions of 911, visions of three 6's no 7's
This is bushanomics, George is a
Dm
modern day Ronald Reagan
E
I pray to god and I miss the prayers,
Am
Dm
Am
niggas I'm just sayin'
When do we stop playin',
when do we stop pimpin' and start sprayin'
Em
Am
Dm
50 shots for every cop that popped sean bell,
his body layin'
Am
E
But they don't quit cause they know that
Am
our generation wont do shit
Nothin', nada, but every rapper is
a shotta or a don dotta
Em
A
Am
Or a killer but you ain't killin' nothin'
Dm
in this piece unless its another nigga
Am
Em
E
Tryin to raise boys to supermen,
Em
E
And while I'm at it fuck
Its never just- ice for blacks but
Em
they send just- us to Iraq
Am
Dm
With poor whites and Latinos I pray
A
E
to God that you hear this single
Em
Am
This is Banners middle finger yall,
yeah!
Verse 3
Am
[Chorus: x2] I've been
Em
Am
Dm
waitin'
Em
in
E
Am
the hood for so long (so long)
I've been waitin' in the hood
Em
Dm
for so long (so long)
Em
For some niggas to stand up in here
E
Am
We some soldiers and we have no
fear
Verse 4
Am
Mrs. Catherin Johnson was murdered
by police
In north- west Atlanta but I
don't hear it in the streets
Em
Dm
With a anger in the hood
for this old lady dying
Em
E
DC 6 aint shit but cops lying
Am
Ain't shit but bullets flyin'
39 slugs from under- covers
Em
Am
Fuck the law! this was somebody's
And she died over crack sales,
Am
E
crooked ass cops
Em
E
Or some nigga tryin' to flip yay,
You ain't have to sell it in her yard
You aint trappin bitch you yappin
to the motherfucking Gods
Dm
An d I got a damn question,
why the city ain't pissed off?
Am
E
Am
When I know yall heard shots and little lady got hauled off yall,
Verse 5
yeah
Am
Em
Am
[Chorus]
Dm
Em
E
Am
I don't understand if you don't ride
Dm
E
Em
E
Am
for something dog
Am
A
fight anybody but your motherfucking self nigga
E
Dm
We sell drugs,
but we only sell drugs to ourself
bang on ourselves
We do every fucking negative
Am
thing and niggas is so hard
Niggas on the radio, on cities,
on tapes, in movies
A
They got guns, they got pistols,
Dm
But ain't nobody shooting
at nothing but they self
E
Fear is the only thing that people respect
Am
We forget everybody but ourself
These cops gonna have
to fear something
Am
Something gonna have to happen
Yall goin' to march,
march to the motherfucking cops house my nigga
Dm
Make these motherfuckers
fear something
Cause make us, they got us scared
They got niggas scared
to go strip clubs nigga
You know shit my nigga like,
Somethin' gotta happen I say it
Cause I ain't scared I
ain't scared of shit
I'm scared of god I'm
scared of god first
And I'm scared of takin' the blessing
that god has given me
And leading someone down
the wrong path (wrong path)
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