VICTOR ROBERTS

My fuckin' Power Rangers couldn't protect me from that LAPD kick door
 Motel, pig-pork
 Swim through the livin' room, straight to the bathroom lookin' for great dope
 My papa lookin' at my mama, lookin' at that closet like, "There that shit go"
 Two keys and a thumper, 10K with the mustard
 A whole family and no buster, this don't add up
 My padre facin' them three strikes
 And my mama just smacked the pipe
 Crack smoke, got crashed tight, this shit still bad, 'cause
 The boys peeped a Brillo pad and some glass tucked
 And it's lookin' like my parents was up in here runnin' off through that stash dump
 But the fact, crack different than coke
 Plus, the smoke wasn't close enough to choke me
 Lowered scrutiny so mom could kick big facts for bruh
 The truth is, we held a bag for this kid we took in
 Tryna part with his old ways, maybe we all mistook him
 'Cause I knew something was fucked up when he said
 "Don't open or look in this here satchel
 That I'll be back for in just a couple of minutes"
 And hella hours later, like do I cook dinner now or later?
 Worried about cold food for a cold fool
 Motherfucker put my family in danger
 I blame myself, pardon my anger
 I never looked inside his stuff
 So he never really needed to hide his stuff
 When you showed me what was really inside his stuff
 I never had a clue
 Now I know as police, you gotta do what you gotta do
 But this my family, all I got us, my nigga
 My own mother just shot at us, my nigga
 This is why we here
 And I don't fuck with niggas I don't know
 But I had the heart to help this kid in danger, tears in anger
 Gemini gettin' violently
 Police silence don't help anxiety
 My daddy's priors tame all of his wildin'
 All of these pilots, not one of them flyin'
 Y'all planning on trying
 This flight is divin', nose tucked
 Popo stuck, play your part
 All this commotion and the neighbors listenin' like, "Oh, fuck!"
 Shit finna spark
 All this emotion, need a decision made with some heart
 'Cause ours is broken
 They tryna lock the third notch on my pop's chocker
 This shit ain't kosher
 Moms of for if CPS get sent them pages
 I ain't gon' see my parents for ages
 All this erosion, no more protection
 Shit don't feel safe
 What graduation? What degrees?
 What dissertation? What imagination?
 Imagine my whole world taken away from me
 All over some basic misconstrued melodies
 My heart racin', clutchin' my red Ranger, pacin'
 I can barely breathe
 And mister policeman, told policeman
 We got what we need
 Just let 'em be
 Thank God for my bitches still stickin' with me
 Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
 Thank God that I'm built for the distance
 Thank God for me, thank God for me
 Thank God for my bitches still stickin' with me
 Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
 Thank God that I'm built for the distance
 Thank God for me, thank God for me
 And if you're hurtin'
 Love yourself with my heart
 And if you're hurtin'
 Love yourself with my heart
 Thank God for my bitches still stickin' with me
 Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
 Thank God that I'm built for the distance
 Thank God for me, thank God for me
 Thank God for my bitches still stickin' with me
 Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
 Thank God that I'm built for the distance
 Thank God for me, thank God for me
 Thank God for me, thank God for me
 Thank God for me
 Thank God for me, thank God for me
 Thank God for me
 Oh, oh
 (Nobody)