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Sorry, country, I know you don't want this really, but 'Til we get us some justice, we fucking every city up Drastic measures is urgent, the city burn like Philly blunts Crazy like we jumpin' off the little yellow mini bus You for my people? 'Cause you niggas movin' really sus No, we ain't playing with them, really, trust You see them cities burning like chimneys, you better know it's really us The clock was finally winding down, your time was really just To feel the wrath of God no matter how your door was really shut Deep in my soul, is justice really cut? I'm only tryna be my peoplе's clutch Hypertension I mention, thе temperature is different (What?) This wouldn't have happened, now you witness blood You motherfuckers better listen up 'Cause now we out here fighting for what's right like we don't give a fuck Aus Songtexte Mania