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[Chorus: Quavo] Black man, drop top There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops Is it because of my people? (Huh?) Is it because of my sneakers? (Huh?) Is it because of my jersey? (Huh?) It is because that I'm perfect? (Yeah, ayy) [Verse 1: Quavo & Rara] Ridin' down 85, three in the morning (Skrrt, skrrt; skrrt) Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin' the gas) I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (Yeah, I got ID) He said, "We ain't in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up" (Uh) Runnin' real hard shook the taser (Shook the taser) Runnin' real hard shook the taser (Shook the taser) I told him can we split it, we gon' shake 'em (Split up) Nigga hit my phone when you made it (Brrt) Out of here, PJ to Jamaica (Out of here) Nah, I ain't tell ya wrong, get the paper (Nah) Been fightin' too long against haters (Fightin') My attitude, yeah I'm going for the shaders (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Rara & Quavo] Live from the cracks of the concrete (Concrete) 12 try to take a nigga off the street (Right off the street) Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown (Mike Brown) Take a nigga life when you face down (Face down) Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon (Like Trayvon) Gun by the window like Detroit Red (Yeah) Bring that shit by the neck of my woods And bet a nigga ass end up dead Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin'? Free that nigga Boosie, runnin' at the police Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC Tryna keep a Phantom like DC Hangout the G like free Meek (Yeah) Kill a nigga reachin' for a cell phone (Cell phone) Hurt to tell his mama he ain't comin' home That's why I stay strapped all summer long And you know it (Yeah) [Chorus: Quavo] Black man, drop top (Drop top) There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops (Yeah) Is it because of my people? (Huh?) Is it because of my sneakers? (Huh?) Is it because of my jersey? (Huh?) It is because that you nervous? (Damn) [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Black man (Black man) Running from the law like Pac-Man Try and throw the RAW all in the trash can (Throw the RAW) Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam (Nasty) Mug shot on the news, he a mad man When all he did was hustle to run the cash in He feedin' kids in jail if he wasn't crackin' (No) Too many felonies on my jacket All of my brothers turn to assassins We seen too many brothers get put in caskets Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies In the graveyard back then I went from sittin' on clubs to the cashmere You shoulda seen how I flossed on 'em last year Two Maybachs and I had a bad year Young nigga countin' money like a cashier White man wanna pay me like I'm U-N-O (Lock me up) Niggas wanna see me at my funeral (Lock me up) Neither of my own homie wanna do me though (Lock me up) Layin' on my dog crib like I'm Snoopy though (Not enough) That's my nigga, I ain't even wanna do it though If I don't do it, shit I know he gon' do me though Cause he broke and he trippin' 'bout stupid hoes But I'm a Don just like motherfuckin' Julio Black man [Chorus: Quavo] Black man, drop top (Drop top) There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops (Yeah) Is it because of my people? (Huh?) Is it because of my sneakers? (Huh?) Is it because of my jersey? (Huh?) It is because that I'm perfect? [Verse 4: T.I.] Police see I got my hands up Still wanna kill me, they don't understand us They be lookin' for a reason just to shoot me And wanna do me how they do us in the movies Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim My message to America, felon or death here The liquor we die, we just substances left here First you put us in a small hood And then you beat us and you treat us like it's all good And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally Killin' nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally Bet I can make that ass think 'fore you shoot You kill me, man there gon' be more of some riotin' and lootin' We say black lives matter, you say all lives But y'all ain't the ones gettin' hogtied Persecuted, executed, one day it gon' be time for retribution Hope you don't ever see your son in an institution I know karma is constant and God ain't no nonsense You doin' wrong just to run shit One day the time gon' run out for the dumb shit Ain't no deception, tryna get in Heaven You gettin' nailed, bet it's on your Mary And you know what you did for who how much you really care And what you really felt, he gon' deny the opportunity to unify With people who look similar to you and I Cause he don't wanna have a [Chorus: Quavo] Black man, drop top (Drop top) There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops (Yeah) Is it because of my people? (Huh?) Is it because of my sneakers? (Huh?) Is it because of my jersey? (Huh?) It is because that you nervous? Black man, drop top (Drop top) There go the cops There go the cops There go the cops Is it because of my people? Is it because of my sneakers? Is it because of my jersey? It is because that I'm perfect?