KTLA5 Lyrics

What's the price for a black kid soul?

I liked to die wit the steel in my face

And the reason was I outta pocket, trippin' searchin' for some

Each step was taken deeper into enemy lands

So while I'm walkin', I avoid the glares of the damaged

Ignore the cries from the infants, screamin' due to hunger

Brushin' past some niggas that's obstructin' my path

But I'm in colors they don't like and that incurred they wrath

Look, I wanna make it home and baby girl not worth the trouble

If these niggas wanna fade then I gotta squabble

Gotta stand my ground I ain't no muthafuckin' bitch and shit

This kinda logic a problem

Better not cross that street, must keep my cool

Mutter under my breath so Allah keep me grounded

They was confused by my demeanor

She waitin' I kept it pushin'

Eyes follow my moves, I can feel that they lookin

Advancin' on my position, my paranoia increasin'

Heart rate was thumpin', I'm thinkin they was creepin'

An OG sat on the porch, he starin' in my direction

Seen students gawkin' and felt I need a lesson but then he noticed my fear

Sweat drippin' wit tears so then he raised his hand and them niggas in they tracks

He stood there on his porch, I ain't turn to look back

He was playin some oldies, and the kat singin' the track said

It was pimps up and hoes down

Said it was pimps up and hoes right down

Down

Said it pimps up and hoes down

Said it was pimps up and hoes right down

(They don't give a fuck about you)

Said it was pistols and paper

Said it was pistols and paper right now

(They don't ever really give a fuck about you)

Now

What's the price for a black kid soul?

An Arizona and some Skittles fore he riddled wit bullets?

That sentiment stay in mind when this journey long but this was round '09

So Emmet Till was the lesson

Told myself I'll kill his killers wit my blade then dip

As I seen a cruiser cruisin' up the block hella close

Becomin' real anxious, thinkin' it's them from the block

But the whip slide through darkness and I see it's a pig

Look, I ain't did a muthafuckin' thing, I'll keep pushin

He greet me wit a grin as the whip inchin' closer

Urgin' me to stop but I'm clean as a whistle

So he throw that bitch in park and hop out wit aggression

Wit his hand on his weapon askin' fucked up questions

"Like where you from boy? I know you prolly bang"

I remain quiet, never addressed by my name or my locale

I'm fightin' back tears kuz he could kill me and be hailed a Samaritan

Paid for my murder wit medals and public fame

His hand grip tightly around his strap, he know I'm not no threat

It's power trip, they love seein' your fear so you adhere to their commands

I overstand that's why I fuckin' ran

Back to the 40s where Imma take that chance

Officer stopped pursuit kuz he knew was wrong

OG still observin' while he bumpin' his song

It was pimps up and hoes down

Said it was pimps up and hoes right down

Down

Said it pimps up and hoes down

Said it was pimps up and hoes right down

(They don't give a fuck about you)

Said it was pistols and paper

Said it was pistols and paper right now

(They don't ever really give a fuck about you)