Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Rare
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Kotts
Songwriter
Lyrics
Fuck that
Fuck you
Fuck this
God damn bitch I be mad for no reason
If you don't give a fuck
Throw your middle fingers up
Bang your chest again so
I can't scream, no no no
I can't breathe, yeah yeah yeah
I can't scream, no no no
I can't breathe in America
I just wanna walk the streets and break shit
I'm sick
I'm tired
I'm sick **** fuck this
Can't even trust shit
**** get pulled over police start bustin'
They want war we gon' give it to 'em
Bitch I'm the angel of death
I got my glock up my chest
Feds will take away my life if they ever hear about it
But I'd rather do the time then get caught up without it
(Suck my)
**** must be buggin' they ain't fuckin' with me
Got my brother by my side
Pistol clutchin' with me
It ain't nothing to bust ya
It ain't nothing to roast ya
If he a **** then we all ****
We ball with him
Rob shit
Shoot cops and fall with him
Bitch I'm tryna go to war
Till I fall upon my sword
Are you really tryna die for your country, ****?
Fuck that
Fuck you
Fuck this
God damn bitch I be mad for no reason
If you don't give a fuck
Throw your middle fingers up
Bang your chest again so
I can't scream, no no no
I can't breathe, yeah yeah yeah
I can't scream, no no no
I can't breathe in America
Written by: Jalen Kotts
