FIGHT - BROCKHAMPTON

My male role models drug dealers and thugs

My father learned how to solve problems with guns

And when I grew up, I learned what racism was

And what teaching it does, and like my teachers would say:

«Little Black boys have a place in the world

Like hanging from trees, or dead in the street»

Like I seen on TV

All them boys they killed, they looked just like me

Not like Brandon or Chandler, but Malik and Kareem

I was born with a target, and it stuck to my skin

And I learned in social studies, I was one of them men

Who were locked in the chains, but not locked in the pen

But I’m bigger than that, I’m the beginning and end

I’m the sun and the moon

I’m the light and the dark, I am life in the tomb

I’m the pharaoh and slave, gentrifying my spirit

It’s like a knife in the womb, refuse to act like a parrot

Or to dance like a monkey;

see, your stance is apparent

That’s why I’m here for the money, don’t care to cater to merit

Y’all fetishizing my spirit, I see your culture’s dependent

On what you didn’t inherit, won’t let my world be attempted

I’m staying distant

Who gonna be the reason why I get high?

Who gonna be the reason why I turn over?

Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust?

Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped?

Who gonna be the reason why I get high?

Who gonna be the reason why I turn over?

Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust?

Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped?

Who gonna be the reason why I get high?

(Bloodsucka!)

Who gonna be the reason why I turn over?

(Bloodsucka!)

Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust?

(Bloodsucka!)

Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped?

(Bloodsucka!)

Who gonna be the reason why I get high?

(Bloodsucka!)

Who gonna be the reason why I turn over?

(Bloodsucka!)

Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust?

(Trustsucka!)

Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped?

(Bloodsucka!)

Bum, bum, beat 'em, I would never wanna be 'em

If I catch 'em slipping, they gon' have to meet the eagle

Bum, bum, beat 'em, treat these niggas how I see 'em

I don’t need you either, send you right back where I seen you

Bum, bum, beat 'em, I would never wanna be 'em

If I catch 'em slipping, they gon' have to meet the eagle

Bum, bum, beat 'em, treat these niggas how I see 'em

I don’t need you either, send you right back where I seen you

In the game, in the game, in the game, in the game (Bloodsucka!)

In the game, in the game, in the game, in the game (Bloodsucka!)

Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs (Bloodsucka!)

Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs

In the game, in the game, in the game, in the, in the

In the game, in the game, in the game, running thangs

Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running, run

Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs