Mizik - Border Patrol Lyrics

Shout to tall my Mexicans, shout out to all of my Cubans,
Shout out to all of them links, shout to all of the rulers
Shout out to all the akata niggas, im peeping what they tryna do,
But you tripping like you dumb, I see these crackers getting roofless,
But most of ya'll really some puppet niggas, tryna take me out for the loot,
Stick together like a stick of glue, while my body leaking on the stoop,
It hurts to see you cry cry, please don't cry cry cry,
But when my people die die, you close both your eyes,
And act like you don't see a thing, acting like asap nigga,
The money done blinded you all, you tripping that's real facts nigga,
No I aint here for the division, but you got to home you could go to,
That is the main difference, don't hate on the mission,
For me to go free myself,
You hate when I count my wealth,
I try to build by myself,
Then you cry for my help,
Just to distract me from real,
You think this shit is a game, but im just spitting the spill,
While you band wagon the wave, but don't say a thing to your ill,
You tend to co-sign on the bull, but expecting me to chill,

Border patrol - border patrol, know that its wrong nigga,
They come to your home, kick in the door gun to your dome nigga,
But I keep the same energy when you tell me im wrong,
Now you claiming you kin to me, yea I know my history

Getting Rocky cocky with my flex, rather see a noose around my neck
While you smile in my face that's some disrespect,
You go far out your way for a f*cking check,
I thought we was homies, I thought we was blood,
I thought we was crib, I thought we was cuz
But now that you trip, you got your own plug,
You spilling my neck, then sip me a cup,
Generalize, then prioratize, with all the lies yea,
You saying you mobbing but with no tie,
Hate me with pride yea,
Don't undermind the greatness yea yea, I hate that we go through this

Border patrol - border patrol, know that its wrong nigga,
Come to your home, kick in the door gun to your dome nigga,
But I keep the same energy when you tell me im wrong,
Now you claiming you kin to me, yea I know my history

Border patrol - border patrol, know that its wrong nigga,
They come to your home, kick in the door gun to your dome nigga,
But I keep the same energy when you tell me im wrong,
Now you claiming you kin to me, got to do what is best for me

[Thanks to loubins.richard for adding these lyrics]