Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed
Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho?
A knee to the neck is this week's
Symbol of shit you've been reaping
As a reaper of people there's no equal
To the police and they be their own sequel
Who consistently is a monster, paid by the system
Set up to prosper on victims of the history, situating as property
People that are melanated so easily separated know what?
F*ck the history lesson, you know, you know by now
We do not know how
You keep playing dumb but still be trusted with guns you must be defunded
This march is not a one-off
This march is not the mis-aimed warning shot
This march a foot in yo f*cking throat to choke out
The whole assumption that you are here to protect us
This government doesn't respect us
And somehow they seem to expect us to accept
The power a piece of shit millionaire president wants to project
F*ck are you getting at?
Get the f*ck back in the bunker
We taking back spaces til' you manage to make them safe for black faces
That's up to the fact that America's racist
Donald Trump is a white supremacist, full stop
If you vote for for him again you're a white supremacist, full stop
Call it like it is and then let the rims spin 'til they full stop
Put one up for Big Floyd, the march is not goin' to stop
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
It go
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed
Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho?
You wanna shoot without being shot back
Got news for you, no one's really 'bout that
You got the guns, but we got the shout
The vote, the mouthpiece, the clout and the loud pack (got guns too)
Ya facts, yeah we doubt that
Show us receipts, or we will denounce that
Take ya tear gas inhale like an ounce of that cookie cake
Your bullets all bounce
Even when they break flesh you are not safe
We are watching every motherf*cking move you make
Play it back on cameras so no-one can mistake
The order of events that lead to prove another life you take
And if the verdict come back less than murder
Don't be surprised when your streets are burnin'
This anger ain't misplaced, it is turning cop cars to bonfires 'til you learn
If you profit off this system
You should make them dollars fold
In the pockets that don't fund the death of black people
This whole f*cking country 'bout the money
So watch where your money go
Let 'em know we watching how they roll
Donald Trump is a white supremacist, full stop
If you vote for for him again you're a white supremacist, full stop
America can be better, but we must call it out 'til it, full stop
Put one up for Breonna, the marching not going to stop
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing daughters without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed
Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho?
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
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Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed
Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho?
A knee to the neck is this week's
Symbol of shit you've been reaping
As a reaper of people there's no equal
To the police and they be their own sequel
Who consistently is a monster, paid by the system
Set up to prosper on victims of the history, situating as property
People that are melanated so easily separated know what?
F*ck the history lesson, you know, you know by now
We do not know how
You keep playing dumb but still be trusted with guns you must be defunded
This march is not a one-off
This march is not the mis-aimed warning shot
This march a foot in yo f*cking throat to choke out
The whole assumption that you are here to protect us
This government doesn't respect us
And somehow they seem to expect us to accept
The power a piece of shit millionaire president wants to project
F*ck are you getting at?
Get the f*ck back in the bunker
We taking back spaces til' you manage to make them safe for black faces
That's up to the fact that America's racist
Donald Trump is a white supremacist, full stop
If you vote for for him again you're a white supremacist, full stop
Call it like it is and then let the rims spin 'til they full stop
Put one up for Big Floyd, the march is not goin' to stop
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
It go
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed
Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho?
You wanna shoot without being shot back
Got news for you, no one's really 'bout that
You got the guns, but we got the shout
The vote, the mouthpiece, the clout and the loud pack (got guns too)
Ya facts, yeah we doubt that
Show us receipts, or we will denounce that
Take ya tear gas inhale like an ounce of that cookie cake
Your bullets all bounce
Even when they break flesh you are not safe
We are watching every motherf*cking move you make
Play it back on cameras so no-one can mistake
The order of events that lead to prove another life you take
And if the verdict come back less than murder
Don't be surprised when your streets are burnin'
This anger ain't misplaced, it is turning cop cars to bonfires 'til you learn
If you profit off this system
You should make them dollars fold
In the pockets that don't fund the death of black people
This whole f*cking country 'bout the money
So watch where your money go
Let 'em know we watching how they roll
Donald Trump is a white supremacist, full stop
If you vote for for him again you're a white supremacist, full stop
America can be better, but we must call it out 'til it, full stop
Put one up for Breonna, the marching not going to stop
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing daughters without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed
Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho?
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed
Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho?
A knee to the neck is this week's
Symbol of shit you've been reaping
As a reaper of people there's no equal
To the police and they be their own sequel
Who consistently is a monster, paid by the system
Set up to prosper on victims of the history, situating as property
People that are melanated so easily separated know what?
F*ck the history lesson, you know, you know by now
We do not know how
You keep playing dumb but still be trusted with guns you must be defunded
This march is not a one-off
This march is not the mis-aimed warning shot
This march a foot in yo f*cking throat to choke out
The whole assumption that you are here to protect us
This government doesn't respect us
And somehow they seem to expect us to accept
The power a piece of shit millionaire president wants to project
F*ck are you getting at?
Get the f*ck back in the bunker
We taking back spaces til' you manage to make them safe for black faces
That's up to the fact that America's racist
Donald Trump is a white supremacist, full stop
If you vote for for him again you're a white supremacist, full stop
Call it like it is and then let the rims spin 'til they full stop
Put one up for Big Floyd, the march is not goin' to stop
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
It go
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing fathers without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed
Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho?
You wanna shoot without being shot back
Got news for you, no one's really 'bout that
You got the guns, but we got the shout
The vote, the mouthpiece, the clout and the loud pack (got guns too)
Ya facts, yeah we doubt that
Show us receipts, or we will denounce that
Take ya tear gas inhale like an ounce of that cookie cake
Your bullets all bounce
Even when they break flesh you are not safe
We are watching every motherf*cking move you make
Play it back on cameras so no-one can mistake
The order of events that lead to prove another life you take
And if the verdict come back less than murder
Don't be surprised when your streets are burnin'
This anger ain't misplaced, it is turning cop cars to bonfires 'til you learn
If you profit off this system
You should make them dollars fold
In the pockets that don't fund the death of black people
This whole f*cking country 'bout the money
So watch where your money go
Let 'em know we watching how they roll
Donald Trump is a white supremacist, full stop
If you vote for for him again you're a white supremacist, full stop
America can be better, but we must call it out 'til it, full stop
Put one up for Breonna, the marching not going to stop
Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killing daughters without no regrets
Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed
Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho?
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Writer: Daveed Diggs, Jonathan Snipes, William Hutson
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave