Monster (Freestyle) Lyrics

People often times think we are dealing in hate

We are oppressed. We are exploited

We are denied not only civil rights but even human rights

Hop right out the bed, grab my Glock put one in the head

And we slide like a sled, they bleedin' whole gang full of red

Man I said what I said, nigga play better think with his head

Man who talk to the feds ?

Try to run we knock off his dreads

I'm with the hoopers, they don't need a xan

Lil bro tryna hop out the van

If he disrespect, I'm the one with the plan

Boy you can get left like your mans

I'm mad with my money like my name was Mike

He think he a threat, but we gon' get him right

Better talk to reverend when speaking on

Man you can get dropped like a 4 out the pint

You act like a bitch boy go get you a tan

You stupid, you know I'm the man

You know we spin shit like a fan

You can say what you want, just don't play with the klan

I'm tryna spin this lil bitch like a wheel

Told lil bro fuck the perks, I don't need me a pill

Nigga start tellin' when shit get real

If you hang with the opps you gone tryna chill

When she left, out of mind out of sight

Know it hurts to see me gettin' right

Twofour gon send shit to the light

Heard he got out of line and got fly like a kite

Niggas love showin' out just for attention

Stand up guy leave that shit out my mentions

We breakin' down bowls in the back of the trenches

Ran off on the plug, I was standin' on business

Don't shoot at the floor, we gon' walk him down

Big ass glock could knock down the crowd

I'm tryna spin it and come back around

Man them niggas blitz, but shoot at the ground

Why buy the coupe when we switch the lanes

We don't like to fight, cause that shit really lame

Shit that I'm shooting as long as a cane

She know that I'm different, boy we not the same

Hop right out the bed grab my Glock put one in the head

Know we slide like a sled

They bleedin', whole gang full of red

Man, I said what I said

Nigga play better think with his head

Man who talked to the feds ?

Try to run we knock off his dreads

Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair

Who taught you to hate the color of your skin

To such extent that you bleach

To get like the white man

Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose

And the shape of your lips

Who taught you to hate yourself

From the top of your head

to the soles of your feet