6 summers

.paak, anderson

wait a minute!

trump's got a love child and i hope that bitch is buckwild

i hope she sip mosca-

i hope she kiss senoritas and black gals

i hope her momma's el salv

i hope her poppa stick around

yeah

take chains off

take rangs off

bracelets and things

big aches and pains

my jack rang off with clickbait

truth is too raw

it's a fish plate

fay-lay

the kunte

a hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage?

how long it took a nigga just to get paid?

and now i think i'm 'bout to buy a bentley

pronto

i'm in la with the shaker and bongo

i heard your tape

do or die

it was compo-

trimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow'

figure it out

nigga

bitch

don't spill my sake

you gon'make me kick you out this 'partment

you gon' have to kick it in the lobby

damn

but don't somebody stop me

i'm sloppy

trump's got a love child and i hope that bitch is buckwild

i hope she sip mosca-

i hope she kiss senoritas and black gals

i hope her momma's el salv

i hope her poppa stick around

yes

lord

the revolution will not be televised but it will be streamed live in 1080p on your peabrain head in the face ass mobile device

alright!

this shit gon' bang at least six summers from out that rock you been under

mummy wrapped

duffel bag

gutter bunny

it's hard to stomach cold murder

it's easier to get a nine millimeter

he was nineteen with a burner

they had to off 'em

reform

reform shoulda came sooner

wait a minute!

this shit gon' bang for at least six summers

word!

this shit gon' bang for at least six summers

but ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers

they tryna kill a nigga faith

we need a little truth

brother

pop-pop-pop goes the shooter

reform

reform shoulda came sooner

come on

this shit gon' bang at least six summers

pop the top

that bitch hot than a motha

we need peace and less long gunners

put down your heat and smoke marijuana

pop the lock off your muzzle

niggas is dyin' like lost files in the shuffle

we know you lyin'

my nigga

naw

we don't trust you

we know you buy to sell it back to the public

'cause there's money to made in a killin' spree

that's why he tryna start a war on the twitter feed

somebody take this nigga's phone

is you kiddin' me?

take them aks up outta these inner city streets

this shit gon' bang for at least six summers

but ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers

they tryna kill a nigga faith

we need a little truth

brother

pop-pop-pop goes the shooter

reform

reform shoulda came sooner

and so i smoke

drink

just to cope with the pain

get the coltrain and the kobain

and so i smoke

drink

just to cope with the pain

get the coltrain and the kobain

dear mr. president

it's evident that you don't give a damn

shi-tell me somethin' that i don't know

all this fuckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand

shi-you know they gon' let 'em go

bro

you was overseas stealin' niggas' land and oil

billy copped the desert eag and it's legal to tote it

lil' nigga bullied out his pumas but why he have to shoot the whole school up?

and so i smoke

drink

just to cope with the pain

get the coltrain and the kobain

and so i smoke

drink

just to cope with the pain

get the coltrain and the kobain

this shit gon' bang at least six summers

word!

this shit gon' bang for at least six summers

but ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers

they tryna kill a nigga faith

we need a little truth

brother

pop-pop-pop goes the shooter

reform

reform shoulda came sooner