Show me your hands
GUN, GUN, GUN
Shots fired, Shots fired (Copy, shots fired)
SHOW ME YOUR HANDS
Five-seven he's down
We're gonna need additional units
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be your deathbed
Our only option 20 shots in the league or 20 shots to the dome end up 6 feet deceased
And you wonder why these football players wanna take a knee
Streets is red, white and blue with traces of their family tree
Never got in trouble, never caught a case
But I might catch a bullet if 12 feel some type of way
I pray to God that my last day get delayed
But what good is prayer once that barrel's in my face
The blacker the berry the stranger the fruit coming from the leaves
The blacker the berry the tighter the noose hanging from the tree
The blacker the berry the bigger they shoot
Cause niggas is scary and they here to loot, sell drugs in stoops, pollute the youth--wait
None of that shit is the truth
I just wanna leave a better world for the youths
I don't wanna ever end up on the nightly news
I don't want my family gathered in them f*cking pews
Just because I'm black don't mean that you gotta
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be your deathbed
20 shots in the bottom of my cup
One for every time I've seen a nigga killed when I wake up
One for every time they go and call a 12-year-old a thug
Then proceed to baby grown ass men when they shoot schools up
I can't wear a hood any time I walk outside
My momma tells me not to lift she worried bout my size
They say size don't matter, but if you big and black
Cops make your brain splatter turn your black life to matter
But f*ck the chatter
Corporations serving black anger on a silver platter
Our "allies" stayin silent on the matter
In the comfort of their homes they don't hear our screams rattle
Some days I just ponder as I sit inside
Every time I drive, it could be my last ride
Cause when a cop pull up on driver side
It's American roulette, close your eyes, say goodbye
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be your deathbed
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Show me your hands
GUN, GUN, GUN
Shots fired, Shots fired (Copy, shots fired)
SHOW ME YOUR HANDS
Five-seven he's down
We're gonna need additional units
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be your deathbed
Our only option 20 shots in the league or 20 shots to the dome end up 6 feet deceased
And you wonder why these football players wanna take a knee
Streets is red, white and blue with traces of their family tree
Never got in trouble, never caught a case
But I might catch a bullet if 12 feel some type of way
I pray to God that my last day get delayed
But what good is prayer once that barrel's in my face
The blacker the berry the stranger the fruit coming from the leaves
The blacker the berry the tighter the noose hanging from the tree
The blacker the berry the bigger they shoot
Cause niggas is scary and they here to loot, sell drugs in stoops, pollute the youth--wait
None of that shit is the truth
I just wanna leave a better world for the youths
I don't wanna ever end up on the nightly news
I don't want my family gathered in them f*cking pews
Just because I'm black don't mean that you gotta
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be your deathbed
20 shots in the bottom of my cup
One for every time I've seen a nigga killed when I wake up
One for every time they go and call a 12-year-old a thug
Then proceed to baby grown ass men when they shoot schools up
I can't wear a hood any time I walk outside
My momma tells me not to lift she worried bout my size
They say size don't matter, but if you big and black
Cops make your brain splatter turn your black life to matter
But f*ck the chatter
Corporations serving black anger on a silver platter
Our "allies" stayin silent on the matter
In the comfort of their homes they don't hear our screams rattle
Some days I just ponder as I sit inside
Every time I drive, it could be my last ride
Cause when a cop pull up on driver side
It's American roulette, close your eyes, say goodbye
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be your deathbed
GUN, GUN, GUN
Shots fired, Shots fired (Copy, shots fired)
SHOW ME YOUR HANDS
Five-seven he's down
We're gonna need additional units
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be your deathbed
Our only option 20 shots in the league or 20 shots to the dome end up 6 feet deceased
And you wonder why these football players wanna take a knee
Streets is red, white and blue with traces of their family tree
Never got in trouble, never caught a case
But I might catch a bullet if 12 feel some type of way
I pray to God that my last day get delayed
But what good is prayer once that barrel's in my face
The blacker the berry the stranger the fruit coming from the leaves
The blacker the berry the tighter the noose hanging from the tree
The blacker the berry the bigger they shoot
Cause niggas is scary and they here to loot, sell drugs in stoops, pollute the youth--wait
None of that shit is the truth
I just wanna leave a better world for the youths
I don't wanna ever end up on the nightly news
I don't want my family gathered in them f*cking pews
Just because I'm black don't mean that you gotta
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be your deathbed
20 shots in the bottom of my cup
One for every time I've seen a nigga killed when I wake up
One for every time they go and call a 12-year-old a thug
Then proceed to baby grown ass men when they shoot schools up
I can't wear a hood any time I walk outside
My momma tells me not to lift she worried bout my size
They say size don't matter, but if you big and black
Cops make your brain splatter turn your black life to matter
But f*ck the chatter
Corporations serving black anger on a silver platter
Our "allies" stayin silent on the matter
In the comfort of their homes they don't hear our screams rattle
Some days I just ponder as I sit inside
Every time I drive, it could be my last ride
Cause when a cop pull up on driver side
It's American roulette, close your eyes, say goodbye
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be your deathbed
Writer: Dominique Dankwa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid