Lyrics The MAGA Continues - KXNG Crooked

His name Red Hood
His movement The Red Empire

("In the good ol′ days this doesn't happen
Because they used to treat them very very rough

I′d like to punch him in the face I tell ya")

The MAGA continues

Word on the street is the Puppet Master got killed
I ain't hear shit I don't know shit I ain′t seen shit
Word on the street niggas snitched when they got real
That′s some weird shit that's some hoe shit that ain′t g shit
The block's hot again got the robocops on our ass
What else they gonna do to us already come
Into the community killin anybody who lower class
That ain′t nothin' new to us if ya thought Eric
Garner was the first then you don′t know the half
The bullets just shoot through us
See they catch us on the Ave for your phone take a photograph
They gon' go (doot doot) to us
Cop end a nigga life go home and have dinner with his wife
I wonder how a monster like that can look his kids in the eyes
Catch him slippin' we gon hit him with
The pipe pistol kissin′ him goodnight (mwah)
Used to kill us in the dark now they just kill us in the light
Guess they figure if the pull the trigger on niggas
That Martin Luther King fought for what′s a civil right
(Right, right, right)
Then they wanna know why we act ill with the black steel
Get ya cap peeled get ya hat filled with the
Lead to the head like an Advil how does that feel
Killin' at will like the half fill with the poise with the toys
Shoot like a rat hair
I′m accused of givin' ya fake news but
Tamira Rice and Philando Castille that′s real
So I'm steppin′ on your ant hill till the shit is at a standstill
Right I'll tell my ghost to hit ya I'm a post a picture
That′s how I hit the net with your flicks and chill
(Nah chill Crook)
Sucka don′t like what I said off with his head
Watch out our population of real niggas decrease when I'm dead
I can′t talk about unity
I can't talk about unity
I can only talk about where I′m from
Niggas point a hundred guns at you and me
Higher ups want me to be the ghetto's eulogy musically truthfully
I can get a million dollar marketing budget
If I said fuck it and poisoned the community
But I′d rather drop that real
But I'd rather drop that real
Built in Federal crime bill
Got us in an incredible bind still my OG's locked up still
Pop that pill rather pop that steel
Cause he been in there for years got eight more of those
Purple OG got great cornrows
How long he been a ward of the state Lord knows
Been boxed up since the 90s get out
Welcome to the future they still wanna shoot ya
They still execute ya they still wanna noose ya
They still wanna abuse ya with no retribution
They talk of inclusion it′s all an illusion
The baller confusion the news they be using the propeganda views to
Install in the youth they alter
The truth so they fall in the movement
I fall in the booth and drop an exclusive
All my interviews they be calling my music a problem i use it
To solve and bet you kid Caught up in a moo din
Cop a attitude and miss all of the evolution
But what is hip hop turning into
How do secret federal flags all in the venue
The saga continue the MAGA continues