Black N’ Mild
[Verse 1: Kos D]
Tell me something I don't know (what!)
Tell me something I can't see (huh!)
Shit a niggah move antsy
A niggah catch dreams of the clean
Pull the lean for the team with a stretch cause I fiend too much
Shit a niggah had gleam throw the d for the queens on her knees shorty scream too much
I don't give two fucks
Shit I been out trying
In the pan out frying, out here stepping them eyes ain't drying
But the pigs stay flying
Where the fuck my mind supposed to cool niggah they picked that too
Raw like a new tattoo
I'm up in the morning with a brand new blues
Arraignments that I'm gonna mix with booze
Caught up in the mix how ima stick that move, I don't wanna take that lose or take that loss, hit em with the cross test missed for the court
Community service they do it on purpose I'm hit
Looking at niggahz they sick, how you gon speak on that shit, umass you ready to flip and niggahz gon deal with that shit you know what it is
Im hoping I pull up with this if I wasn't in school they'da pulled up a bid
Believe in that shit
Officer Dodd and his squad could go choke on a dick afflicting the pimp
I'm limping around with my hand on my sick and I ain't doing shit
Fighting be something i miss feels like I'm crossing a bridge and its burning my lips the purpose to this being personal shit
Numbering niggahz to criminal tips
American ways setting us up for American graves how am I sane
When livings been splitting my brain
[Hook]
Let me get that forty ounce niggah
Obama just won
Lemme get that 40 oz niggah
Obama just won
Time to get that 40 out niggah
They pulling out guns
Tryna keep us black n mild niggah Obama just won
[Verse 2: Jase]
Shit as I lace up my J’s
And take a drag of this joint
Never did I think Everyday I would ask whats the point
They yelling nigga you blessed
But I'm yelling nigga you wrong
If a motherfuker been blessed
Tell me what's the point of this song
And at 24 years old
Shit not much do I know
But addicted to weed smoke
And bitches who deep throat
Momma thinking I need hope
Shit what if I do
Cause dammit Jason your ass is changing
Like you fucking Badu
So what the fuck can I do
When I see the news on the tube
To see some niggas who killing niggas
Cops busy they squeezing triggers
Just to aim it at you
My city sad, my people mad cause of them NYPD blues
Middle fingers up nigga fuck you
I wrote these songs after protests and some after parties
Partly so I can get an understanding why I’m not sorry
You see I live the way I live
Shit I drink the way I drink
Use this pad up plus this ink
Imma break the bank in spite of what you think
So I guess I'm proud to be black as fuck nigga, deepen my roots
Too bad the blacker my body nigga
The longer the noose
So what the fuck can I do?
When the game ain’t built for me and you
So I guess Young Jiggy just keep it jiggy
Now sip your deuce deuce
[Verse 3: Reese]
This aching feeling I’m pained to deal with in the wake of killings
Is like nothing these mothers have to face when they lay their children to rest
Ashamed that black death it takes to enrage our village, and town
But we need to slow down the number cops take as victims
I’m sick and tired of hearing lies
Poorly made decisions to not indict
This shit ain’t right, I’m afraid of our system
Rather yours, not mine, this shit just ain’t designed for me
And never was, but you made it seem like I could strive to be
One in a milli-on
America’s really on some shit if you think the conditions we live ain’t really wrong
The same race who enslaved us and made it safe for y’all
Is pointing the finger at us, to say we endanger all
I ain’t no anthropologist but that don’t make no sense
It’s just, the ones you place in them cages will break the fences
Eventually, we as a people won’t wait no longer, you can’t tell me
Everything’s gon be different if we remain so friendly
I ain’t co-signing the violence but we just staying ready
And for my people who’s dead and gone, I will get it on
And for my people who dead and gone, I will get it on
And for my people who dead and gone, we remaining strong
[Hook]
Let me get that forty ounce niggah
Obama just won
Lemme get that 40 oz niggah
Obama just won
Time to get that 40 out niggah
They pulling out guns
Tryna keep us black n mild niggah Obama just won