Don't Shoot (feat. ScHoolboy Q & Joyner Lucas)

The world don't love us and the hood be hatin'

Destroy the minds of the kids we raisin'

Babies havin' and killin' babies

The cops patrol daily when they made me

This lil' **** drive Mercedes, uh

They wanna take my fingerprint, even though my license be straight

They think it's fake, my name regis-straight

They want me riled up to catch a case

Said I resisted to a heavyweight

And said I attacked 'em when I get shattered face

Bruh, I'm just tryna feed my daughter eggs

Workin' late at twelve hour rate, **** gotta escape

I'm shakin' this place, no matter how many damn L's I take

Or F's I get, we strive for excellence

The cops supposed to protect the streets

But who protectin' us from them?

My pen got me above the rim

Black creative minds jumpin' out the gym

Life flashed cause your Dayton don't spin

Hands up, 'fore they take one out again

Hey now, don't shoot

Hands up, don't shoot

Too drunk, don't shoot

Headshot, don't shoot

What you really know about the people?

You don't really know about the people

You don't even know what make the pain go away

No, you don't really understand the peaceful

You can't even figure how to see folk

Can you even feel what we say?

You motherfuckers want some?

Everywhere I go, they bangin'

Where you from? What you claimin'?

Bitch ass ****, you wish you could

Throw your set up in the air and bang your hood

You from the ghetto, they don't know you on my turf

Bang right now, get your bitch ass murked

In the club turnin' up, better not throw it up

Gang politics 'bout to get you fucked up

Always twistin' up your fingers

Lil' homie right behind you, he a real gang banger

No tattoo tears, but he a hitter

You just a tough motherfucker on Twitter

Don't get caught up in the crossfire, ****

You throwin' signs up, he got his hand on the trigger

You on your phone 'bout to lose your life to a shooter

Get killed for some shit that you typed on a computer, bitch

Hey now, don't shoot

Hands up, don't shoot

Too drunk, don't shoot

Headshot, don't shoot

What you really know about the people?

You don't really know about the people

You don't even know what make the pain go away

No, you don't really understand the peaceful

You can't even figure how to see folk

Can you even feel what we say?

I used to wake up in the mornin', had to work and catch the bus

Just me and my sister, no one sittin' next to us

I was droppin' music, but I couldn't catch a buzz

Used to do it cause I need it, now I do it just because

This is my director's cut, Tarantino

I need you to point me to the plug, Al Pacino

I don't trust you suckers with your hobbies, that ain't me though

Bunch of under-covers, y'all some Bobby Valentino

This that east coast, this that heat though, this that kilo

This that Migos, Bad and Boujee shit, that freak show

This that peep hole, I see through y'all, this that repo

Take your bitch and play some Keno

I'm a hero, Captain Save-A-Hoe in Speedo's

I speed through y'all, this that speed boat, I found Nemo

Hope that they shoot me, they ready to kill

They doin' life and they ready to squeal

Bitch, I'm the devil, you not on my level

And you 'bout to find out if heaven is real

I know y'all dead shot got roamin' the plastic

Get left in the grass when I run through your field

What they gon' do? Put the heaters on you

**** screamin', "Don't shoot" when we all in your grill

Hey now, don't shoot

Hands up, don't shoot

Too drunk, don't shoot

Headshot, don't shoot

What you really know about the people?

You don't really know about the people

You don't even know what make the pain go away

No, you don't really understand the peaceful

You can't even figure how to see folk

Can you even feel what we say?