Текст песни God Save the Block - Triz Nathaniel

God save the block
Save my niggas from the opps
From the box
From the Feds lickin' shot-shot-shots
In the streets we might fall
But til then we stand tall
Singin' God save the block from the opps

God save the homies from the opps - please
We had enough blood in the streets - freeze
They out here tryin' to break up families
They got my big bro countin' threes (Three's)

He been locked up since he was 15
He ain't had a chance to spread his wings
Police beat his face until he bleeds
He ain't even have no drugs just trees

Police brutality
Five-oh got a fucked up mentality
That's just the reality
He doing too much time for some Cali weed

You a shade too dark?
They feed you to the sharks
They can't speak your tongue?
They try to shut you up
They police is the plug, police got the drugs
I guess it's different when it's me

Is that your definition of free?
Your privilege is a fuckin' disease
God save the homies on the block
With the glock
Sellin' rock
Lickin' shot-shot-shots just to eat

Prayers for the homies behind bars
And their momma's who can't get no sleep
Prayers for the homies posted up in the cut
Just to feed their families

This for Big Sam doing six in the bing yo
He got a bad rap, like the rappers on the radio
I'm sayin' though
We just wanna chance to be fancy
Maybe not a regatta
But you still gotta understand we

Just tryin' to get stacks
Kick back in the city
Maybe hang with some fat cats
Them big ol' kitties
Or just get a couple brews
For the crew to get litty
While we lift every voice
And sing a lil' ditty like

God save the block
Save my niggas from the opps
From the box
From the Feds lickin' shot-shot-shots
In the streets we might fall
But til then we stand tall
Singin' God save the block from the opps

God save the block
Save my niggas from the opps
From the box
From the Feds lickin' shot-shot-shots
In the streets we might fall
But til then we stand tall
Singin' God save the block from the opps