Lyrics Vince Staples

Vince Staples

Hands Up

North Division tryin' to stop my blackness

I'm watchin' for them badges when out in traffic

Them 9-11's been a tad bit frantic

If lights start flashin', please don't panic

The DEA givin' out gang enhancements

Can barely even hang to build a case off cameras

CCAT trackin' criminal patterns

Trickin' niggas into takin' strikes to get out faster

Freedom bribery nigga, cause we hardly acquit

Social media that leave the flash photography snitchin'

Blame geography nigga, for the pride in these niggas

Take you when they fingerprint you, now you part of the system

This was all a part of Huey P. and Bobby prediction

Makin' profit off of violence, they arousin' attention

Leaders risin' lead to twenty-five to life in the prison

Better watch it cause I know they got a spot for you nigga

Yeah, put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air

Deangelo Lopez and Tyler Woods

Just a couple they gunned down around the hood

I guess the pigs split wigs for the greater good

Cause I ain't seen them lock a swine up yet

At the most they reassign 'em to prevent protest

Just your color is enough to get you under arrest

Strong hand to the law got me feelin' oppressed

If you flippin', kill a fifty, then you get in a chair

Payin' taxes for some fuckin' clowns to ride around

Whoopin' niggas asses, scared to man up

Handcuffs givin' niggas gashes on the wrist

I used to lift my fist to fight the power with

Older homie told me in his day the pigs was plantin' bricks

In the trunks of nigga's Chevrolets them traffic stops and shit

Raidin' homes without a warrant

Shoot him first without a warning

And they expect respect and non-violence

I refuse the right to be silent

LBPD, no they ain't 'bout shit

LAPD, no they ain't 'bout shit

LASD, no they ain't 'bout shit

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