His name Red Hood

His movement The Red Empire

("In the good ol′ days this doesn't happen

Because they used to treat them very very rough

I′d like to punch him in the face I tell ya")

The MAGA continues

Word on the street is the Puppet Master got killed

I ain't hear s**t I don't know s**t I ain′t seen s**t

Word on the street niggas snitched when they got real

That′s some weird s**t that's some hoe s**t that ain′t g s**t

The block's hot again got the robocops on our ass

What else they gonna do to us already come

Into the community killin anybody who lower class

That ain′t nothin' new to us if ya thought Eric

Garner was the first then you don′t know the half

The bullets just shoot through us

See they catch us on the Ave for your phone take a photograph

They gon' go (doot doot) to us

Cop end a n***a life go home and have dinner with his wife

I wonder how a monster like that can look his kids in the eyes

Catch him slippin' we gon hit him with

The pipe pistol kissin′ him goodnight (mwah)

Used to kill us in the dark now they just kill us in the light

Guess they figure if the pull the trigger on niggas

That Martin Luther King fought for what′s a civil right

(Right, right, right)

Then they wanna know why we act ill with the black steel

Get ya cap peeled get ya hat filled with the

Lead to the head like an Advil how does that feel

Killin' at will like the half fill with the poise with the toys

Shoot like a rat hair

I′m accused of givin' ya fake news but

Tamira Rice and Philando Castille that′s real

So I'm steppin′ on your ant hill till the s**t is at a standstill

Right I'll tell my ghost to hit ya I'm a post a picture

That′s how I hit the net with your flicks and chill

(Nah chill Crook)

Sucka don′t like what I said off with his head

Watch out our population of real niggas decrease when I'm dead

I can′t talk about unity

I can't talk about unity

I can only talk about where I′m from

Niggas point a hundred guns at you and me

Higher ups want me to be the ghetto's eulogy musically truthfully

I can get a million dollar marketing budget

If I said f*ck it and poisoned the community

But I′d rather drop that real

But I'd rather drop that real

Built in Federal crime bill

Got us in an incredible bind still my OG's locked up still

Pop that pill rather pop that steel

Cause he been in there for years got eight more of those

Purple OG got great cornrows

How long he been a ward of the state Lord knows

Been boxed up since the 90s get out

Welcome to the future they still wanna shoot ya

They still execute ya they still wanna noose ya

They still wanna abuse ya with no retribution

They talk of inclusion it′s all an illusion

The baller confusion the news they be using the propeganda views to

Install in the youth they alter

The truth so they fall in the movement

I fall in the booth and drop an exclusive

All my interviews they be calling my music a problem i use it

To solve and bet you kid Caught up in a moo din

Cop a attitude and miss all of the evolution

But what is hip hop turning into

How do secret federal flags all in the venue

The saga continue the MAGA continues