Cops N Culture

The cops detain us over he say, she say

They never care about what we say, am I a street rapper or a poet

I guess some will never know it, made music in the basement on my momma

Always dream about having commas, but I ain't pause or hesitate, for my dreams I never wait

Featherweight or heavyweight, still a champion, I believe that I could walk the sky like Anakin

Niggas lazy, quit, and turn into a mannequin, blah, blah, blah

Aye start me over, she said when niggas broke they turn mean

No gangbang when niggas active they turn green

When niggas sad they turn meme, grown man like why you crying nigga

Baby boy like why you crying nigga

Sweet lady they Tyrese and shit, I find it hard for me to keep that shit in