Mula - BIA Lyrics

(Hey Mr. Wilson)

Coming from the bottom heading to the top
The world keep spinning I just pray it never stop
Raised in that dirt Tryna take up off of earth
Niggas runnin' in these streets
They don't even know they worth
Niggas thuggin' in these streets
Till they end up on a shirt
Now his mama gotta put his son
To rest up in the dirt
And being black in America only makes thing worst
Shit is like a curse being hated since birth

My true religion to the money and I swear I won't convert
I just pulled in a vert now
All these bitches wanna converse
Remember I was down bad, they didn't even wanna flirt
But now a nigga in his bag
Got a nigga in his burk
Kept it real from the start, Said I'll always play my part
Get all my people out the hood
Been the plan from the start
Put us in the same boat, said I'm just tryin' to build an arch
Got me feeling' like I'm Noah, it ain't over till it's over
We bout to take shit over and once we do it know it's over
Pull up foreign car, own the tidal like I'm Hova
What's in the trunk? (Well, that's Beyonce)
Coppers mad how I give it up

Push that pedal to the metal and swear that I ain't lettin' up
Another black man shot dead and he ain't never gettin' up
It's all over the news
A nigga found innocent, got me so confused
Why they hate us like they Adolf
And Imma lit like Adolf
And knock a nigga face off
For my people it's all love, I don't see the hate Ray Charles
We got the same skin, why you a nigga I should hate on?
Lets chill and smoke
And burn these trees down like Naypal
They wanna see us die in the hood (Like Trayvon)
They killing' the innocent
Lord forgive em for they not know what they do
They so ignorant
Got me wondering should have never lit that cigarette
I'm talking Sandra Bland

You in Black In America
Probably couldn't comprehend
But say you do, the audacity
Selling war on my race and all my people (It's a casualty)
Kill the wrong black man, We bring out the Calvary
Drillin' with the pipes, Like we tryna fill some cavities
They shooting up the schools now, They tryna harm the faculty
They say that shit so casually, As if there'll be less casualties
Of that stick
But in all actuality I'm tryna take a knee with Kap
But I'm still riding with the strap
Got these coppers n' robbers after me
Gotta keep the piece
God there's some shooters that's gon' blast for me
Feel like my time is short I hope it's late, Fashionably
Cause if a nigga die who gon' watch these kids after me
They gon' go through what I went thru
And that shit is such a tragedy