Samara Cyn - WTD (feat. PK Tha Poet) Lyrics

Tryna be my homie or you tryna take my life
Come and join the party; say you love me long time
Why I'm puffin on these drugs; only way to slow the time
Baby brought the bottle we gon put one in the sky
Pour for fallen brothers fallen sisters all the time
Pour for fallen mothers cuz they couldn't stand to cry
I heard that they caught it but I couldn't watch him die
Lately ain't been breathing, hope the Lord gon help me fight (Oh my)
Disease is running rampant. Hope the Lord gon help me fight it
It's demons out to get us. Hope the Lord don't want me bite it
Never wanna wish us well, hope the Lord put it in Biden
Learned my lesson with that hoping; Learned to take shit how it's spoken
Truthfully
After years of unprovoking, should it take much more promotion?
Cuz we dying and they watchin with they cameras f*ckin rollin
Can we just proceed to focus on the problem that's at hand?
How many more George, Trays, Mikes and Sandra Blands
Strap up; cross burning sands
Set fire to stolen land
Separation; revolution
Draw up boards and start to plan
We need back up: call the fam
F*ck the Ruckus, f*ck the Sam
See this blood is on your hands
The smirk n smile, that's why we pissed
That's why my partner got his stick
That's why we deep up in this bitch
And when they shoot we fire back, I hope your body cam catch this
(I hope your body cam catch this)
Look, my heart is heavy too
It's blood filling my shoes
I'm tired of it too
But we got work to do (yeah, we got work to do)
I'm yelling f*ck that
It's time to bust back
Like this 45 a metra ride to bring they ass to justice
Tears down my eyes; I feel my ancestors blood bubbling
Karmas circumference got us going through this shit for something
Way past that wondering; save all that comforting when my knee is on your neck
When that concrete scratch your flesh; When that weight restrict your breath
Feel that anger in the air, turn to pain and then to fear
Die slowly on this land of holy; Let me make this
No, your God is not my God
You can't stand the face of Jah
Use my voice to praise Allah
From quarantine to martial law
By any means, G, f*ck it all up
Give a f*ck if I'm caught up
Jay Z better free all us
We burn the city down then pass the Henny round
The shit we smokin on, the sirens ain't as loud
My niggas going up so tired of being down
My niggas going up so tired of being down
We burn the city down then pass the Henny round
The shit we smokin on, the sirens ain't as loud
My niggas going up so tired of being down
My niggas going up so tired of being down
Look, my heart is heavy too
It's blood filling my shoes
I'm tired of it too
But we got work to do (yeah, we got work to do)
Tryna be my homie or you tryna take my life
Come and join the party; say you love me long time
Why I'm puffin on these drugs; only way to slow the time
Baby brought the bottle we gon put one in the sky
Pour for fallen brothers fallen sisters all the time
Pour for fallen mothers cuz they couldn't stand to cry
I heard that they caught it but I couldn't watch him die
Lately ain't been breathing, hope the Lord gon help me fight (oh my)