"Fryin'" lyrics - SPILLAGE VILLAGE

SPILLAGE VILLAGE

"Fryin'"

[Hook: Mereba]
Fuck twelve need one nine maybe two
Don't want us to shine so they shoot and I'm a black target
In a coupe and my niggas like some Zulus
So what you think they do if we try to keep it true?
Pew, pew
Fuck twelve need one nine maybe two
Don't want us to shine so they shoot and I'm a black target
In a coupe and my niggas like some Zulus
So what you think they do if we try to keep it true?
Pew, pew

[Verse 1: Mereba]
I just had a thought-remember niggas used to get assassinated?
For goin' against the guard
Now I'm not sayin' I want shots sprayed my way but-
I'm liable to spark
So conversations that could decompose the nation
And I'm sick and tired of waiting
For bein jadin' to get back from they vacations
Keep it true, you idolize for who give two fucks about you
Toastin' bud with Warren Buffet, coastin' 'cross the ocean blue
While you hardly savin' pennies, sippin' henny and cheap brew
Keep it true, you care 'bout blue as much as your neighborhood youth
But-(Keep it true)-I digress, I used to be an optimist
But all of my hypotheses turned to mockeries of my common sense
Niggas hardly got a cent, twelve petty as Thomases
Get up off our privates so I promise it's a problem, shit

[Verse 2: Jordxn Bryant]
Yea uh yea uh
Man my grandfather told me that I'm losing my mind
The only thing I'm doing here is wasting my time
The only thing you want from me is truth with no lies
The only thing I wanna do is sleep 'cause I'm tired
Sick and tired sick and tired smoking weed till I'm fried
Me and the sun pass out and hit the street when it rise
Running through the trenches with his niggas at night
And hopes that I become one just to give off some light
I supernova when it's over then I get a new life
Different forms of energy can creep through a kite
Ain't no blood on the door
I creep and then I smite
From burning the bush
Feel the heat when I write

[Verse 3: Hollywood JB]
Hidin' down, duck in the place, from trigger happy murderers
The government pays, America KKK
They stuck in their ways, loading AKs
They leveled at my face, in front of my place
I'm feeling out of place
Another black body gone without a trace
And niggas still saying it's bigger than race
Then why they lightened up Christ and changed the features of his face? (huh?)
Why'd they strip us down, and then confined us to a space? (huh?)
They control us with the paper we ain't got but gotta chase (huh)
And as long as we dying they let the killer get away
Okay, I get the gist, another nigga hit
Another news story turned Family Guy skit, shit
I'm just trying to get a grip
Every time I look down I see somebody on my dick
I'm just trying to get a grip
Every time I look down I see somebody on my dick
Shit

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