I’m Tryna Sweet Chin Music Adrien Zenz

[Verse]
Hear my new shit better turn it up
All 'round the block for the pigs and the murderers, ayy
Once a thief, always a burglar
Witness the horn of the land in a tourniquet, ayy
They keep sayin' I'ma learn from it
Don’t got no choice cause I never could run from it, ayy
Stay in the crib for the summer
And don’t provoke niggas that carry a gun on 'em, ayy
Breed of a God, city of strife
Hit with a left, pray he alright
Fuck with the gang, earnin' ya stripes
Shit be deeper than a stereotype
Death be hittin' like a meteoritе
They be Chikatilo over propеrty rights
He was teethin' when he caught 'em a body
Breedin' a killer like Grisha
Got feds in my DMs the profile don't got no picture
Gun was too dirty so bro had to toss it
But he be tossin' in the bed cause he miss her
Got to attached to the killin'
He movin' stupid like Z, Y, X, double you better lay low
Fight the order like Bobby Sands
But I’m movin' like Bobby Johnson with potatoes, uh
Felons during antebellum bedlam, fuck yo statue
Stomped 'em out in front his bitch, he beggin' for a redo
Left 'em in the ICU with scars that you can't undo
And we’ll come and pull the plug to make sure he don’t pull through
Horses pull the wagon cross the street from where you bank through
They know that I'm gung ho, ain’t gotta be no gumshoe
A&Rs like, “Stop the politics” and I’m like “fuck you”
I can’t sell my soul 'cause you can’t price tag my Uhuru