Schoolboy Q Tookie Knows Ii (feat. Traffic & T&f)
Oh, we might die for this shit, nigga
Uh, might go down for this shit, nigga
Gang, gang bangin' that Crip shit
Niggas said cuz 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 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 nigga on his pockets
Watch the COs, they be watchin'
County news for the hustle
County spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my knuckles
Puttin' niggas on bunk status
Shoulda been with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench press
PC, get the Fruit Loops
Keep tellin' on niggas
Why I f..ck with that nigga?
Nigga made bail but I'm still at rage
Should I thank God for the hell I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, 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 nigga 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
Motherfucker, I'm gangbanging
“We might die for this shit nigga— ScHoolboy Q feat. Traffic & T&F