Sorry country, I know you don't want this really but
'Til we get us some justice, we fucking every city up
Drastic measures is urgent, city burn like Philly blunts
Crazy like we jumpin' off the little yellow mini bus
Youth for my people cause you niggas movin' really sus
No we ain't playing with them, really, trust!
You see them cities burning like chimneys
You better know it's really us
The clock was finally winding down, your time was really just
To feel the wrath of God no matter how your door was really shut
Deep in my soul, a justice really cut
I'm only tryna be my people's clutch
Hypertension I mention, the temperature is different (what?)
This wouldn't have happened now, you witnessed blood
You motherfuckers better listen up
'Cause now we out here fighting for what's right
Like we don't give a fuck

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Avery Chambliss, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith