Pig Feet (feat. Kamasi Washington, G Perico & Daylyt)

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, 'cause (oh my God)

Ayy, 'cause, swing that car around, 'cause,

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