Can't Stop Stealing - Rucka Rucka Ali

I’m always stealing, it’s not my fault

I steal electric shit like brand new stereos

I was in prison when I was born

I’ll die in jail for being black cos that’s my home

I got your cell phone in my pocket

I got your Jordans on my feet

Bust your door if you lock it, forgot to knock (oops)

I can’t help it if I shoplift

Nothing’s ever handed to me

Want some Sunny D and some chocolate and some socks

Stealing your bike, your bed and your clothes

Stealing your wi-fi password next door

Stealing movies that I download

I’m just a black kid, just a black kid, just a black kid

Nothing I do’s my fault because I’m black, black, black

And the things I do’s determined in advance, vance, vance

Born in jail, I never had a chance, chance, chance

I’m a victim of some fucked up circumstances

I can’t stop stealing, I just can’t, can’t, can’t

I can’t stop stealing, I just can’t man

I stole this badass car

It comes with leather seats and air conditioner

With power steering and cruise control

And flashing lights behind me everywhere I go

I jack your android from your pocket

And sell it back to you on the street

That’s why they call it the black market

Get it?

I got it!

(oooh)

I steal your Envoy when you park it

And take your wife and kids to the beach

Should’ve locked it twice when you lock it

(Yo, cops)

Spend every night in jail all alone

I sell drugs since I was one years old

When I was two, I was shot in the shoulder

I’m just a black kid, just a black kid, just a black kid

Nothing I do’s my fault because I’m black, black, black

And the things I do’s determined in advance, vance, vance

Born in jail, I never had a chance, chance, chance

I’m a victim of some fucked up circumstances

I can’t stop stealing, I just can’t, can’t, can’t

I can’t stop stealing, I just can’t, man

I can’t stop stealing, I just can’t, can’t, can’t

I can’t stop stealing, I just can’t, man