STRICTLY 4 MY R.V.I.D.X.R.Z. (S.4.M.R.) lyrics

[Intro]
n*ggas these days is ready to shoot a n*gga instead of poppin' a cop
Well, these n*ggas, I'ma tell 'em how it is my n*gga
Comin' from my mouth, strictly for my Raiders

[Verse 1]
This song goes out to the motherf*cking cops and to the po-police
Wanna see you pop a n*gga, wanna see you kill a n*gga, no justice, no peace
Know n*ggas wanna grab that gauge around that motherf*cking Blackland
CC where I be, motherf*ckers 'round here wanna kill a black man

[Bridge]
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us

[Verse 2]
n*ggas wanna talk that sh*t
Always sayin' you a gangsta, but real n*ggas know you a b*tch
Had a couple homies that hit a couple licks
That what you expect when you never had sh*t
Growin' up in the mothaf*ckin' slums
With a f*ckin' gun to your mothaf*ckin' gums
Then pop a n*gga in his mothaf*ckin' lungs
Two shots and you dead, your little ass is done
Increase with the skill, right now it's f*ck how you feel
The way I get to it, you get chills
n*ggas they claimin' they trill
All because they rockin' a slug and they grill
Quit faking the phonk, immortal words from my n*gga Key
b*tch, I could rock a pink shirt, polka dot hat and still do me
Real n*gga to the letter, Goddesses, they gettin' wetter
When n*ggas get out of line with the real, the semi just might bless ya
But coppers wanna take your life more than you wanna take mine
Let's start a revolution. everybody, grab a nine, b*tch
[Bridge]
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us

[Verse 3]
This is for America, 'bout to put this sh*t in check
See me with my hoodie on, just know these crackers wanna grab that TEC
Cause they feel a threat, c*ck that beam and aim it at your chest
No I'm not wearin' a vest, don't really care, 'cause this life is a test
My soul relieved, n*gga, not trippin' I won't spaz
Remember Trayvon Martin then I blast on Zimmerman's ass
It's amazing how they'll lock me up for petty sh*t
Though I cannot live this life like this, but I keep takin' it
Darker the flesh, the tighter the noose
They callin' us coon and they callin' 'em goose
Look at my flesh, dig deep in the roots
The sh*t that I speak is the blend of the truth
Nowadays, all these mothaf*ckas hittin' shipe
Yes, I was born in this world but since I'm black I'm born with a strike, b*tch
[Outro]
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
b*tch, you let us, b*tch, you let us
Strictly for my Raiders
Strictly for my Raiders