ACAB - Supa Bwe, 7000, redveil

Na na, haha

Do you love me or na na na na na (Na na)

Look, look

Yeah

Do you love me or just seek attachment?

I’m probably thinking revolution, just depends who’s askin'

Every leader we ever knew, got them in open casket

Ain’t no fakin' the substitutes when there’s moments of action, uh

ACAB like I need a taxi

All cops are bad, loyal to they badge

that I thought I’d never have (Ever)

The closest of my friends, I treat them just like family (Forever)

ACAB like I need a taxi

They tried to lock me up for weed as if it’s evil actions

They come for me, I’m 'bout to flee until my feet get ashy

But with my speed, it’s like they need a bullet just to pass me (Okay)

I take a knee, they put a knee on me and get to laughing (Okay)

Say «I can’t breathe"and then those words become the biggest caption

You just a coward and a bitch with badges

Hope that I live to see you see us snap you

End of an organization, I pray

Never cared about symbolic wins to pacify the

Real niggas know we still locked up like a baby to a crib

It’s up to us to decimate, the world ain’t get it how we live

Since the fall from brokenness was made break some ribs

So fuck a speech, we aimin' for the legs

Shut casket, all my niggas with shut caskets openin' their lids for this

I ain’t no savior, I’m a result of the pigs

I pray one day we organize enough to revolt from this shit

I play my part, and grow this wisdom in the meantime

I’m using instrumentals for the sentiment to see time

It’s keys for us to start unlocking if you just rewind and realize these cops

been some bastards and some felines

Progression is the goal, fuck these niggas tryna freeze time

They hidden in the system, dressin' up like they gon' feed mine

Straight for I peep they still prayin' for the decline

It’s ACAB forever, and fuck you if you can’t see why

Oh, right there?

ACAB like I need a taxi

At least them niggas want me in the back seat

They want me in the big house, they mad my pad is maxi

And matter fact they want my body in the Tallahatchie *Whistle*

They want my scalp, they know I’m half Apache

They know I’m grabbin' half a ticket off of half a rap sheet

They know my Mama Grandma Grandma put the Wall on Black Street

They know my Mama Dad Descendant of the Gullah Geechee

They pour the Fiji, try to whitewash while they pull the squeegee

They scared of skulls and bones and Ouijas, give 'em heebie jeebies

If that pandemic don’t pan out, they gonna Eazy-E me

They booked my partner for a P then tried to CBD me (Wooh)

If CPD hear this beat they can’t wait to beat me

I ball on these niggas then pay all of the court fines

March all of these pigs off of the cliff and make some pork rinds

More swine only leads to more crime

Every tattered vest and mass arrest was just a war crime

ACAB, bastards