Clic - Jabee

Just put gas in my car until it clicked

I’ma keep telling ya’ll until it clicks

Cotton gin, drain your fingers of the flavor

Bottles sold

And buy a suit that’s tailored

Family fortune grandparents was enslavers

Now your rent too high for us pay it

Your rent high & the weed legalized

Lock up brown folks security maximized

Becky sells weed «oh she trying to help her kids.»

If my sister do it, she gone do a bid

Gentrifying hoods

We the target

They can’t erase what malcom x was to Harlem

You can’t tak what Clara Luper is to me

Use Ellison’s name to mark your streets

That cop gone empty the clip, until it click

He gone ride, I’m gone die for his clique

Just put gas in my car until it clicked

I’m gonna keep telling ya’ll until it clicks

Never understood how u don’t see color

That means u don’t see oppression we was under

I raise my kids to know that they black

Hope they understand it and avoid some of the traps

East side Im trynna find a vibe

Member them days I was trynna find. a job

Everything we got

Compared to everything we not

Not settling

But settle in

And weather shots

Motivated by everything that I’m not

Only payment is everything that I want

So impatient if betters days is upon

Sang that song picking cotton in the sun

Traded whips and bed sheets in for guns

Made a grip trynna reinvest the funds

Cops still killin niggas wher I’m from

My Niggas still killin niggas where from