Mr. Officer Lyrics

Hold up

Hold up

Hold up

Mr. Officer, we got a problem

You got the wrong one, but you didn't stop him

My skin is all dark when the lights shut off my brother

Maybe guilty, but I ain't really your robber

Mr. Officer, we got a problem

Stolen culture seems to be the new dollar

Over-ration is appropriate for the light one

My skin is a gun, but I know I am the right one

Know I, am, know I, I'm the right one

Know I, am, know I, I'm the right one

Know I, am, know I, I'm the right one

Know I, am, know I, I'm the right one

I put bass in my voice when I talk

So that you can hear my words, you can understand them all

Understand my flaws, all those times I was wrong

All that bullshit that I went through to survive all my fall

You may call me wrong, but I don't give a damn

I did what I had to do to suffer my down

And I do it all again, motherfucker, in a heartbeat

That's how I became that nigga, R-V-S-E

L.A, and you know I'm educated

Dropped out, but I still graduated

Don't hate, cause a nigga too faded

Don't be hating on me if you trippin' and you basic

Mr. Officer, we got a problem

You got the wrong one, but you didn't stop him

My skin is dark like when the lights go off, my brother

Made me guilty, but I handed you your robber

Mr. Officer, we got a problem

Stolen cultures seem to be the new dollar

Operation is a phobia for the light one

My black is at times, but I know I am the right one

I'm the right one

I'm the right one

I'm the right one

I'm the right one

Mr. Officer, we got a problem

You got the wrong one, but you didn't stop him

No, no, no

But you didn't stop him

Mr. Officer, we got a problem

Black culture seems to be the new dollar

No, no, no

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