DOWN BY LAW

I just think timin' is everything

Like nigga, this it, this, this one right here

That ain't easy

Stay motivated, stay inspired

I owe it to myself, stay down on it

And it ain't been hard throughout the journey

It's been a journey

Ooh

Ooh

Hey

Hello, hello my niggas

Hello my, hello my niggas

Please keep it mellow, my niggas

Stop sippin' yellow, my nigga

You itchin' and twitchin' and glitchin', my nigga

Listen, my nigga (shh)

Snakes in your circle and them bitches hissin', my nigga

My nigga don't listen, one thing I hate 'bout my nigga

So I just pray 'bout my nigga

Nigga, it's hard, niggas done gave up on God

Maybe God gave up on us

Maybe she angry we worshippin' all these false idols, so devils just preyin' on us

This for the junkie, the fiend and the loser

Prayin' to God in the back of a cruiser

I pray that prison can cure your addiction

And devil's affliction don't hurt you no more

Needin' no reason, but I'll let you know

I was so young when I stood at that store

That I did not know that the money you paid me was meant for your babies and now they just poor

It was just business, my nigga

I am not vicious, my nigga

I had no vision, my nigga

I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my nigga

Gucci, Givenchy, my nigga

But none of them crackers ain't love us, my nigga

All of them crackers said fuck us, my nigga

Mad 'cause they women in love with the god

They fuck us and suck us and love us, my nigga

Back to the trap, back to the Dickies and buffs

Lookin' like I drive a truck

Fuckin' my bitch? Shit, better be rich, she buy a new bag of weed

Goddamnit, I don't understand it, but if she's an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked

Thick with her ass, she in some Betty Shabazz, pretty as Coretta Scott

All that I got, she got the face of a model, she got the heart of Assata

She from the gutter, my nigga

Wife and a mother, my nigga

Winnie Mandela, my nigga

Free Leonard Pelletier, my nigga, Obama

Please free our mama, my nigga, Asada, my nigga

Please free Mutulu, my nigga

Heart of a Zulu, my nigga

Free Larry Hoover, my nigga, free Jeff Fort, my nigga

Fuck all the courts, my nigga

Movin' like Malcolm and Martin and King

Lift every voice, this the song that I sing

Born in the womb of a beautiful teen

I am a beautiful, wonderful thing

I am a king, my woman's a queen

Master Fard said, "We are the God"

I study hard like John Henrik Clarke

Even in my days of whippin' the hard

I'll tell the devil that Black man is God

Keepin' it player, just playin' my part

Lean on my Demon and post in the park

Jewelry on gleamin' like Rakim Allah

My Eric B. is my .9 in the car

You try to G me, get nine in your jaw

Bless all the felons that handled the raw

Fuck all the tellers that ran to the law (hey)

Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car

My name is Michael, I'm down by law

Won't you help us, oh, holy Father? (Oh, holy Father)

And I could show as a martyr (I could show as a martyr)

Like nobody's gonna live forever and neither am I

Two shots for the city that raised me (Atlanta, Georgia)

Thanks for the pain that you gave me (I'm so thankful for ya)

Because without it, no one would've known that I was even alive

I'm down

This shit is so Atlanta, down by law