Bobby Sessions, Killer Mike - Black Neighborhood lyrics

You ready? Yeah
You know, you know

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

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

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

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

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