Tookie Knows II - Schoolboy Q feat Traffic & TF
[Schoolboy Q:]
Oh, we might die for this sh_t n_gga
Uh, might go down for this sh_t n_gga
Gang, gang bangin' that Crip sh_t
N_ggas said cause in the first grade
In the shade where the cops can't see us
Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage
It was cool 'til that gang sweep
Now I'm in the back of a van
And my wrists got a band
Got a number for a name
No name on the Visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm forced to a man
Murder raps, where you from?
Put the n_gga on his pockets
Watch the COs, they be watchin'
County news for the hustle
County spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my knuckles
Put n_ggas on bum status
Shoulda been with the b_tch ass
Now he on a mattress, double bench press
PC, get the Fruit Loops
Keep tellin' on n_ggas
Why I f_ck with that n_gga?
N_gga made bail but I'm still at rage
Should I thank God for the hell I raised?
Cause the n_gga that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Ain't nothin' to a locc, huh?
Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh?
They ain't show up to the court, huh?
But then charges gotta go, huh?
A young n_gga back on Fig
H-crown on wig
Shoe strings say where I'm from
On probation and got my gun
Other side goin' for that thumb
Motherf_cker I'm gangbanging
[Traffic:]
N_gga I'm blue'd up, blue Chucks
Blue tee, n_gga I keep it G
N_gga, in the streets is where I be
I'm up like breakfast while n_ggas sleep
Me and Floyd posted on Fig
Getting it in and movin' it out
Getting it in and movin' it out
I'm holdin' the heat, he's watchin' the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks
Fiends keep comin', this sh_t don't stop
When it's war time, n_ggas get popped
We might die for this sh_t off tops
My n_gga gonna ride for this Crip, no lie
But I ain't dead, yeah, n_gga, thank God
Money got n_ggas lookin' at me all odd
Punk ass n_ggas better go get a job
Run up on me, wrong b_tch, n_gga get popped
I'm gon' ride for this sh_t, on Crip
A n_gga gon' die for this sh_t then trip
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip
TF by my side, he stupid with this sh_t
Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth
Run up on me wrong
My n_gga, my n_gga, my n_gga, I'm gang banging
[TF:]
Uh, might go down for this check n_gga
I might die for this set n_gga
I ain't trippin n_gga, I ain't slippin'
N_ggas lyin' sayin' I ain't Crippin'
Back to back, me and Tiny smack
I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac
N_ggas ask, what he sign for?
I got an eight ball, I got a Rondo
I got an AK when that b_tch spray
It's like pullin' strings on a lawnmower
Last time I seen jail n_gga
I was cell livin', getting mail in it
I ain't even talkin' mail n_gga
Pay-pals for the cell n_gga
Hit the streets and cause hell huh
School of hard knocks, f_ck [?]
See me in traffic like an orca n_gga
And the black and whites love whale watch
Front line like mailboxes
5-12, that's the numbers on it
May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only
.45, no numbers on it
Scratched down, I'm strapped down
Might go down for this sh_t
If I don't then I'm racked down
Rank up there with Shaq crown
I got a Benji b_tton like Brad Pitt
I press that, I'm gettin' rich
I might go down for this sh_t
[Schoolboy Q:]
We might die for this sh_t n_gga
Might go down for this sh_t n_gga
Gang, gang bangin' that Crip sh_t
We might die for this sh_t n_gga
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