D.W.B

[Verse 1]
Used to push a black impala with some tint
My note was almost more than half my rent
All my money went to one expense
I know that don't make no kind of sense
Back then, I used to drive off mason
Those cops not used to the faces, weed caught
They would run my plates and we stop
But I just left work where I restock
But they see my whip, and they see pots on my outfit
They think, "Tree top"
Got a head full of steam like a tea pot
Better do what he say or you get shot

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, who are you?
See you like red, must bе a PIRU
If went to work, why bring the crew?
What you think, black folks don't carpool?
Bеt I would’ve been a crip if my shirt turn blue
Keep your hands on the wheel, sir, 10 and 2
I stopped this car 'cause your tint too dark
You know that's a lie, that ain't true
It’s 'cause I

[Chorus]
Swang, swang, swang
Swang, swang, swang
Didn’t know that drivin' while black was a- (Crime nowadays)
I, I swang and I swang
Swang
Swang, swang
And I swang and I
I, I swang and I
Swang
Swang, swang
And I swang and I

[Verse 2]
I used to think that it would change when I got rich
When my house would need a fourty-acre fence
But havin' money only really make it worse
Especially for the one who cracks the whip
Rich folk still don't get passes
New stats don't change your status
Old wounds don't seem less callous
'Cause we still condone this madness
This routine stop in traffic
Just needs to stop and vanish
When those folks left that office
I thought we stopped that practice
But they still like

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, who are you?
That's a nice car, sir, what do you do?
What do you sell? What do you bang?
And what hood you from, nigga, who is your crew?
What you think, black folks can't be rich?
Hands on the wheel, sir, 10 and 2
I stopped this car 'cause your tint too dark
You know that's a lie, that ain't true
It’s 'cause I

[Chorus]
Swang, swang, swang
When I (Swang, swang, swang)
Yeah
I, I swang and I swag
Swang, swang
Swang and I swang and I
Yeah
I, I swang and I swang
Swang, swang, swang and I swang

[Verse 3]
Really ain’t got no passin' rights
Really none until the afterlife
A green card thinner than a black card
But the amex only give a nigga braggin' rights
And we still don't travel as a team no more
Cause we can’t get our baggage right
And the structure in which our face get structured
Make us seem more savage like we cursed like Caine
And it hurt like pain
Know it hurt like Wayne when he was hurt by Bane
And they heard my screams but they ignored my tears
And it felt like Hell
And it look liked rain
When they passed those laws but it still ain't change
I look the same, especially when I

[Chorus]
Swang, swang, swang
Yeah
When I
Swang, and I swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang
When I
Swang and I swag
Swang, swang, swang and I swang
Swang, swang, swang
Didn’t know that driving while black was a- (Crime nowadays)