Текст песни Dab - Og Grip

Ayy ayy ayy ayy my people
My people ayy ayy ayy
Ayy ayy ayy ayy

Police is still killing blacks
Like our lives really don't matter
Nowadays most of these rappers could give a funk
What we have fought from
Guess no more talent is needed
Just some foreign
A bag and some hoes
Couple bottles some cash
And some blows
Since we trapping
Its pistols and O's
Nowadays nobody's leading
We follow whatever we see
Cellphones in all of our hands
Could this be
The mark of the beast
All of our babies is having babies
Grandma 26 and she in the club
So our babies
Are raising themselves
Playing with pistols
And popping them drugs
They ju ju real good
Running man on it yup
You your daddy's son
Fucks shit he was on
I see that you on it
That apple fall next to the tree
Takes a village to raise youth
But we busy running the streets
So we here to blame
For shit that they do
Remember when
Old heads would raise us
Point us down paths
We should go I remember
And even if we didn't listen
Somehow it would
Stick to our souls
Back then we knew we had souls even killers
Was out raising their families
Then they took
God out of schools
And kids started pledging allegiance to jammies
And dabbin

Aya aya aya aya my people
My people dabbin
Aya aya aya aya my people
My people dabbin
Aya aya aya aya my people
Aya aya aya aya my people
My people dabbin
Aya aya aya aya my people
My people dabbin

I see them doing the Quan
Humping the air
Swinging they arms
While police is
Swinging they clubs
Killing innocent people unarmed
That's the world that we in these police is plotting to kill us
People will see you getting beat
Pull out they phones
But will not come save you
We nae nae we nae nae
We nae nae
Sneaking heads
We kick shit like Pele
Milly Wap
As we move on through Philly Forgetting Philando
Got killed in the broad day
Right in front of his daughter right in front of his girl
Damn right there on camera
Live in front of the world
Yup we still dabbing
Cause all we care about is money
Niggas been broke for so long
We all right with
Being on bended knees
All right with killing our own
In the streets
That we think that we own
Especially when
Others co-sign us
We bringing that paper home
Start thinking that we are grown
Kinda like
We do not think on our own
Bunch of puppets
Controlled by the shon
Believe in the
Fake shit they showing
Discredit the real shit going on
We nothing but pawns
Being placed where they need us
They planning martial law
We losing our leaders
Biodegradable coffins
All by the railroad tracks
They planning on leaving us
For dead
Not like leaving us like
On Earth and going to Mars
They plan on, like, burying us
Like in these empty Walmarts
Around these empty Walmarts
They're closing and shit
You know what I'm saying
While we out here
Like dabbing and shit
And telling the motherfucking
Media we don't give a fuck
About what's going on
And with the issues in the hood
And shit like
What the fuck is that
Like Pac talk about rappers like that, and people like that in general
You know what I'm saying
Like, you making money so
Nothing else matters to you
That shit is crazy to me
Like who the fuck are you
For real
When you wasn't
Making no money
Weren't you talking
About niggas that was
Like that
Like these niggas
Don't give a fuck
About what we going through
Nah niggas like you know
Will let people that is in power
Worry about that
Nigga you are in power
That's why you got a platform
Ya bitch you

Motherfucker