VICTOR ROBERTS - BROCKHAMPTON

My fuckin' Power Rangers couldn’t protect me from that LAPD kick door

Motel, pig-pork

Swim through the living room, straight to the bedroom, lookin' for bricked dope

My papa looked at my mama, lookin' at that closet like

«There that shit go»

Two keys and a thumper, 10K with the mustard

A whole family and no buster, this don’t add up

My padre facin' them three strikes

And my mama just smacked the pipe

Crack smoke got crash tight, this shit still bad, 'cause

The boys peeped a Brillo pad and some glass tucked

And it’s lookin' like my parents was up in here runnin' all through that stash

dumb

But the fact, crack different than coke

Plus the smoke wasn’t close enough to choke me

Lowered scrutiny so mom could kick big facts for bruh

The truth is we held the bag for this kid we took in

Tryna part with his old ways, maybe we all mistook him

'Cause I knew something was fucked up when he said

«Don't open or look in this here satchel that I’ll be back for in just a couple

of minutes»

Then hella hours later, like do I cook dinner now or later?

Worried about cold food for a cold fool

Motherfucker put my family in danger

I blame myself, pardon my anger

I never looked inside his stuff so he never really needed to hide his stuff

When you showed me what was really inside this stuff

I never had a clue

Now I know as police, you gotta do what you gotta do

But this my family, all I got is us, my nigga

My own mother just shot at us, my nigga

This is why we here

And I don’t fuck with niggas I don’t know

But I had a heart to help this kid in danger, tears in anger

Gemini gettin' violently

Police silence don’t help anxiety

My daddy’s priors tame all of his wildin'

All of these pilots, not one of them flyin'

Y’all planning on trying?

This flight is diving, nose tucked

Po-po stuck, play your part

All this commotion and neighbors listenin' like, «Oh fuck»

Shit finna spark

All this emotion, need a decision made with some heart

'Cause ours is broken, they tryna lock the third notch on my pop’s choker

This shit ain’t kosher

Moms is oh for if CPS get sent them pages

I ain’t gon' see my parents for ages

All this erosion, no more protection

Shit don’t feel safe

What graduation?

What degrees?

What dissertation?

What imagination?

Imagine my whole world taken away from me

All over some bass and misconstrued melodies

My heart racin', clutchin' my red Ranger, pacin'

I can barely breathe

And mister policeman, told policeman, we got what we need

Just let 'em be

Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me

Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me

Thank God that I’m built for the distance

Thank God for me, thank God for me

Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me

Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me

Thank God that I’m built for the distance

Thank God for me, thank God for me

And if you’re hurting, love yourself with my heart

And if you’re hurting, love yourself with my heart

Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me

Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me

Thank God that I’m built for the distance

Thank God for me, thank God for me

Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me

Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me

Thank God that I’m built for the distance

Thank God for me, thank God for me

Thank God for me, thank God for me

Thank God for me

Thank God for me, thank God for me

Thank God for me

Oh, oh

(Nobody)