ACAB like I need a taxi
At least them n#gg#s want me in the backseat
They want me in a big house, they mad my pad is maxi
And matter fact, they want my body in a Tallahatchie
They want my skalp, they know I’m half-Apache
They know I’m grabbing half a ticket off of half a rap sheet
They know my mama, grandma, grandma put the Wall on Black Street
They know my mama, dad descendant of the Gullah Geechee
They pour the Fiji, try to whitewash while they pull the squeegee
They scared of skulls and bones and Ouijas give ’em heebie jeebies
If that pandemic don’t pan out, they gonna Eazy-E me
They booked my partner for a P then tried to CBD me
If CPD hear this beat, they can’t wait to beat me
I ball on these n#gg#s and pay all of the court fines
March all of these pigs off of the cliff and make some pork rinds
More swine only leads to more crime
Every tattered vest and mass arrest was just a war crime
ACAB, b#stards
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