Unethical & Deceitful

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This is Jay P Bangz
 The evidence is substantial, the lawyer got it handled
 Disrespected when I kicked his dead homie candle, roman candle
 Mainy records low, tryna blow his candle, change the channel
 Put it on the news, your lil' bro a fool
 Fuck a truce, double homicide, we went up a deuce
 Live by the rules of funk or die, but I don't fuck with dude
 We bomfortable
 Corner store loitering, eatin' Lunchables
 This million probably changed me a lil', still out here thuggin', though
 Love the four
 Shout out Willy, Bo gon' help me find him
 Got a chain with his name on that bitch written in diamonds
 What's the science?
 We need no assistance from the alliance
 I'm a giant
 'Cause they know if I'm captured, I'ma be quiet
 Where the Heckler?
 Never mind the body on it, I'ma buy it
 If he say through the pole that you lonely, then bitch, he lyin'
 Fuck your time
 My brother got 40 with 85
 And never cried about it either, respecting his state of mind
 I'ma dive in the line of the fire about my comrade
 Support the single mothers, we love you, baby, you got that
 Big up to the fathers that's present 'cause you a top hat
 Snitches convincing niggas it's Gucci, we gotta stop that
 Seven-oh, 454, nigga, where your drop at?
 Still tryna get on your toes, how can I knock that? Yeah
 Talkin' to the law like it's a podcast, yeah
 Ayy, you gon' get us fried with your lil' flaw ass, yeah
 I'm waitin' on my lawyer 'nem to call back
 He just hung a jury on the R.I.C.O., he with all that shit
 I miss the fallen soldiers, bring 'em all back
 This shit is watered down without my round, so I'ma fall back, yeah
 Lil JuJu just graduated, I applaud that
 Crackers killing unarmed Africans, we ain't solve that
 That shit be hard for me to turn the other cheek
 I get to tweaking, thinking 'bout my people dangling from the trees, yeah
 We celebrate when niggas make it out the streets
 But how you let your mama starve, won't even take her out to eat?
 And that ain't G
 I was taught provide for your people
 Life without parole, he'd rather die in search of freedom
 All my firearms illegal, pair of Forgis for the Regal
 Auntie still on crack, but a survivor of the needle
 I ain't got no friends, just lawyers and paralegals
 If the life of blacks matter, then why we ain't treated equal?
 Free the gang, any smut on his name, then you can keep him
 Unethical and deceitful, that's on Jesus, we don't need him
 Free the gang, any smut on his name, then you can keep him
 Unethical and deceitful, that's on Jesus, we don't need him
 

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Duration
02:13
Key
1
Tempo
75 BPM

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