Tonalité : F# minor
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Verse 1
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Twelve comin' thirty,
better get low, you better run, boy
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Cops watchin' and they on your ass,
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hunt that gun, boy
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Cuz it's shout -out, J -South,
them people lonesome
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You can shut down, when hands up,
they don't give a damn
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Police killin' kids,
they startin' riots in the city
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Them people killin' niggas,
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if you black, then you a victim
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You can shut down, when hands up,
they don't give a damn
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Who can I trust?
The one saving,
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squeezing triggers down
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Middle fingers, fuck 12,
we screaming, fuck the cops
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All them bitches cut, though, they killers,
they ain't saving, nah
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Screaming, put our hands up,
they itching just to blam some
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Lil' Adam put his hands up,
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and damn, they still blam town
Lying fuck when they ain't saving lives,
800 niggas twice
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They beat him, in the box,
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they force him, look how they did it
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Ray shot in Georgia, George Floyd,
Laquan McDonald
Police steady beating bodies,
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they get caught, they come from under
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Ain't nobody out to stop me
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12 comin' thirty, better get low,
you better run, boy
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Cops watchin' and they on your ass,
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touch that gun, boy
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Cuz it's shout -out, J -South,
them people lonesome
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You get shot down when hands up,
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don't give a damn
Police killin' kids,
they startin' riots in the city
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Them people killin' niggas,
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if you black, then you a victim
Em
You get shot down when hands up,
don't give a damn
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Who can I trust?
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The one savin', squeezin' triggers, damn
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I get nervous when they get behind me
Just me, G -Lock on Sadman
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Even though this might be legal
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People still might come and try me
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Bro, we thirsty to hit the gas
I don't blame em through the dash
Cause if them people catch you
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Never know,
it might just be your last
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I remember in the hood
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Hands on the cop's car
Head down, hoodie on
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This one, it was hot out
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They was askin' for IDs
I told em I ain't got one
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My bro, they had one on em
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On the ad dress, said to block em
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They get to tweakin', goin' dumb
Get to askin' questions like
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And that's where Prince Randall from?
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We can't wait to catch him,
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beat him, we gon' scratch him
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Niggas get to lookin' at me, I peep up
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It was shots that I fucked up
on the other block
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Got the call, on they walkie -talkies,
had to let us go
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Wonder what they would've did to me,
I will never know
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Police, ain't playin' fair,
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I just wanna make it home
To teach my little boy, ayy,
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I just wanna see him come 12 comin' through,
you better get low, you better run, boy
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Cops watchin' and they on your ass,
touch that gun, boy
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Cuz it's shout out, Jace out,
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them people lonesome
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When hands up, don't give a damn
Em
Police killin' kids,
they startin' riots in the city
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Them people killin' n****s,
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if you black, then you a victim
Em
You get shot down, when hands up,
they don't give a damn
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Who can I trust?
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The one savin'
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Squeezin' triggers, damn
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Damn, Spencer
Outro 1
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