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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Vocals
Big Hit
Big Hit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Omar Grand
Omar Grand
Producer
Justin Benford (JayB)
Justin Benford (JayB)
Producer
Jesse Blum (Dr. Blum)
Jesse Blum (Dr. Blum)
Producer

Lyrics

Man Can you remember when you was little? Just chopping it up with your friends Like, "watchu wanna be when you get older?" I wanna be a doctor I wanna be a lawyer I wanna be a football player I wanna be a superstar, something And we end up selling dope Gangbangin' Pimpin' Doing something running the streets Flocking, stealing We in the wrong business, my na (Big Hit) Shoulda been the police (on me) So I can live above the law Shoulda been the police So I can lie about it all Shoulda been the police (police) With a license to kill Shoulda been the police (why is that) So I can butcher ns at will (Big Hit) Man, they getting away with bloody murder my na You know what I'm talking about? They just, they throwing shit at us They throwing and making up laws for a na, homie You don't hear me though Shoulda been the police Dealing under the table With gangsters snitching on the payroll Shoulda been the police Working for CDC, so I can sell cell phones and trees Shoulda been the police Trigger happy and free So I can gun ns down if they blink Shoulda been the police Running red lights on call Planting evidence Breaking all the laws (Hit-Boy) I shoulda been the police So I can take fathers away from they sons Kill a black man on camera and they can't tell me nothin' Fk hoes in my patrol car parked in the alley Use excessive force no reason and pull out the blammy Let off a hundred shots, just to find out that he innocent Be best friends with the judge, giving out wrongful sentences Come in your house without a warrant and fk up your premises Beat somebody ass, catch it on body cam Cuffed, unarmed and laying on the ground Give you two black eyes, broken teeth and a broken nose Just cause I want to hit up random hoods and up the pole Slam you on the hood of my vehicle and fracture your bones Boys in blue I ain't talking rolling 60's Stop and frisking, minorities by the sixteens Cuff you then drop you off in a rival set if you bang I shoulda been the police cause they biggest gang Dirty mother frs You ain't st They just been lynching ns for years, homie You know what I'm talking about? I don't know how long ago we gone go for this bullshit Na acting like a gopher, I can't go for anything Fk that We gotta learn to put our kids in the force, my na Have somebody on our squad my na Somebody that look like us that's really for us Gotta spread our wings Everybody can't be singers Professional football players and basketball players Gotta do like the migos, like the woods My na Slide up into congress, my na Slide up under here, you know be a police my na Be a CDC officer, look out for your people's my na, like they do On me... on God in heaven Ain't no way in the world we should be doing this bad We got all these rich mother frs All these black millionaires and billionaires You know what I'm saying? Y'all ns just in the way Y'all pawns and puppets, na You know what I'm saying? You scared them mother frs gone snatch all your riches You gone be a regular petty ass na Like you was before you got that chili Do something for your people, na Watchu wanna be when you grow up? (C3) A superstar
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Chauncey Hollis, Justin Benford, Jesse Blum, Omar Grand Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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