ILL Doots - (Pants) Tore Up [feat. Emyne] Lyrics

We all walking round with our pants all tore up
Youth gettin twisted cuz they parents all tore up
Who gonna stop the party if the parents don't show up
Who gonna start providing if them bands don't show up
Watch out for the man man all the streets told us
Next thing you know man, man gone roll up
Bullet sliding outta the barrel that make you grow up
Bullet slide up outta the gun then you go up
(Tore Up)
Pants all tore up
(Tore Up)
Pants all tore up
(Tore Up)
Pants all tore up
(Tore Up)
Pants all tore up

My brother, sister, sibling hood traveling
From first wear where I noticed wear and tear unraveling
Rough day scuff fade bust through still selvedge it
Thread down the leg leave I just wrangling
My pant ain't long enough to make a cuff
You think if I pant hard enough they wouldn't cuff
But we saying we can't breathe is not enough
They try us and tell us under hip
Is underhand
Hand me downs is all we had so you gotta understand
You be rocking it as fashion
With no memories attached
We still rock it like a rock star
When our pockets full of cash
Made it rip when i hit my dance
I gotta rinse they smell like gas
I bust a run i hit a snag
Now the denim and whats in em less intact
Got rips from the ankle to the hip but still stand

We all walking round with our pants all tore up
Youth gettin twisted cuz they parents all tore up
Who gonna stop the party if the parents don't show up
Who gonna start providing if them bands don't show up
Watch out for the man man all the streets told us
Next thing you know man, man gone roll up
Bullet sliding outta the barrel that make you grow up
Bullet slide up outta the gun then you go up
(Tore Up)
Pants all tore up
(Tore Up)
Pants all tore up
(Tore Up)
Pants all tore up
(Tore Up)
Pants all tore up

Teased, ripped, bleached, stripped, stained, patched, cut, roll up
Bag, sagged down, skintight, pulled high, what up
Teased, ripped, bleached, stripped, stained, patched, cut, roll up
Bag, sagged down, skintight, pulled high, what up, what up, what up, wha-

My pants sag down
And I walk with a limp
Cause I'm packin'
Catching bodies with this shit on my hip
Or at least that's what they think
Don't know me from a can of paint
But still gon try to tell you what I is and what I ain't
Yo pants sag down
I'ma criminal now
If I ain't gotta suit or look like you
I'm minuscule now
Can't code switch and decode the system simultaneously
Guess I'm changing something
Wear a belt they'll cuff me so it's really changing nothing
Pants sag like my brothers faces
They hung from trees but present day we hang from tele-poles
Only keep track of memes
But no one has to see what happens oversees or even in their backyard
Avoidance ain't hard
But we don't trip we just rake the leaves
And hate police
And rip our jeans I wanna see more of my people fight for freedom
Like my jeans ripped or stained
Can't stand'em neat and blue
My struggle gave me style
Feels like I'm wearin' my truth

We all walking round with our pants all tore up
Youth gettin twisted cuz they parents all tore up
Who gonna stop the party if the parents don't show up
Who gonna start providing if them bands don't show up
Watch out for the man man all the streets told us
Next thing you know man, man gone roll up
Bullet sliding outta the barrel that make you grow up
Bullet slide up outta the gun then you go up
Pants all tore up
Pants all tore up
Pants all tore up
Pants all tore up