Denzel Curry, Terrace Martin, G Perico, Daylyt, Kamasi Washington - Pig Feet lyrics

[Denzel Curry, Terrace Martin, G Perico, Daylyt, Kamasi Washington - Pig Feet lyrics]

They shot him they shot him, they shot him
Oh my God, he didn't even have a gun
Oh my God, he didn't have a gun
He didn't have a, oh God
He didn't have a gun

Helicopters over my balcony
If the police can't harass
They wanna smoke every ounce of me
Breath is alchemy, see how the life converted
You tell me life's a female dog
Well I'm perverted
Go to jail and get murdered
Murder was the case they gave us
Manipulate the system so the
Prison could save us, Ayy
Nothin' can save us
Foot Locker, liquor stores
Undercovers bringin' hordes
Ten years plus four, little kids die at war
Mama wants me baptized
Swimmin' in this blood shore
Shut down schools to open
Drugs and gun stores
I see the floor, gotta flourish
When I'm readin' my horoscope
The vision is horrid
But you be soarin', stay woke
Rather die rich than stay broke
I was starin' though my rearview
In my pitch-black locs
My notes reappear, disappear
Shit is wicked here
Tragedy all over the screen
Like William Shakespeare plays
Disease, the grade, increase grenades
Disease, the AIDS, I seize today
Like Wade, I fade away
I pray today, 'cause life is crazy
JAY-Z, a school for hard knocks
They want us crucified with
Stones and hard rocks

Ayy, bitch, calm down
What the fuck happened? (Oh no)
Stop fuckin' screamin', what happened?
(Oh God, they shot him)
They killed the homie?
(They shot him, the fuckin' police shot him)
The police? (Oh my God)
The police killed him? (Oh no, no)
They just killed the homie, cuz (Oh my God)
Ayy, cuz, swing that car around, cuz
Bring that chopper (The fucking police)
We finna kill these motherfuckers, nigga (Uh)

See, all we are VR'd, sleep in a snooze
Peeking at deacons keepin' the rules
Creepin' in rooms
Sheet sneakin' cheeks for the doom
Cats kiddin' me
Little cats killed literally
How these cats talk bigotry?
Like an Avatar forest, the machine talk
Jarvis
Whatever they hand you, it'll be y'all risk
Your hand stuck in the cookie jar
Hold on to the sweet shit, Beef shit
Green jackets, the old cats
Feel the heat cliff, Eclipse
Blacks cover the white light
Cats stuck in the twilight why, Lyt? See
The wise life stuck in hindsight
Sign bright, read, catch
Up, it's monumental, Don't mind your men
Mind you, what's in my mind intertwined you
Men sign you in
Don't get no autograph from Patrick
Just collapsed shit
But don't run from Cleopatra
Perhaps you sleep and your mattress weak
Stuck like a statue, is that you geeks?
We attack you, don't act too street
We gon' ask you is this a cop-out?
Bring the cops out, bring the pigs
You see the pigment
We depict, the indigenous people dig it
Hold on to life
We don't go for the house of reps
They done trapped us in the alphabet
Our alphas can't get out the net
'Net ballin', imaginary goal
Shot clock, what's your net worth?
Chris Webber? Mmm, deep webber? Mmm
Time out, mom's house, etymology
Mortgage die route
Be lesbian, buddy, you better study
Puddy holes on this muddy road buddy cold
They gon' pay for takin' my brother
Nas say we need one mic and
They shot the brown one
Y’all done forgot the brown one
The new white Mike rockin' a nightgown
It's ancient
They covered his passed with his kid blanket
Y'all sleep
Y'all don't see how the image changed
'Member the times, nigga
I'm here to remind niggas we kings

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