Fist - Translee

Verse 1:

Dreams, manifested, I grabbed them ambidextrous

I love the world but this the music Alabama mess with

Sip it slow like I’m a fan of Texas

Sip it slow like Big Mo and Fat picked a random guest list

Got me on my plan of excellence

Conscious women got me on my checklist

So you know they

And I don’t need no besties

All I got is my word and my testes don’t test this reckless shit

I might put the mic down on some civil rights shit

Like Killer Mike did I’m on some kill the hype shit

like you need your light fixed

And treat you like you OJ and just kill the white bitch

Tomorrow’s never promised I don’t need no psychic

And smoking weed might be one of your only vices

But they’ll treat you like you OJ and just kill the white bitch

They’ll treat you like you OJ and just-

Chorus

Uh, they don’t want black leaders to exist

Unless it’s points rebounds and assists

Touch downs rushing yards of the blitz

Don’t put down your raised up fist

When that Glock go blam and explode

Police won’t take your soul

When there’s no one left to convict

Don’t put down your raised up fist

Verse 2:

We’ve been afflicted, convicted, predicted, evicted, restricted

And it’s never been simplistic

Even though we are gifted, uplifted, artistic, exquisite, holistic but we

treated like we sadistic