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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
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Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
Ross Netko
Assistant Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Story
Assistant Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
North Division trying to stop my blackness
I'm watching for them badges when out in traffic
Them nine-eleven's been a tad bit frantic
If lights start flashing, please don't panic
The DEA giving out gang enhancements
Can barely even hang to build the case of cameras
CCAT tracking criminal patterns
Tricking **** into taking strikes to get out faster
Freedom bribery, ****, 'cause we hardly acquit
Social media that leave the flash photography snitching
Blame geography, ****, for the pride in these ****
Take you when they fingerprint you, now you part of the system
This was all a part of Huey P. and Bobby prediction
Making profit off of violence, they arousing attention
Leaders rising, lead to twenty-five to life in the prison
Better watch it 'cause I know they got a spot for you, ****
[Verse 2]
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
****, freeze, put your hands in the air
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Yeah, put your hands in the air
****, freeze, put your hands in the air
[Verse 3]
DeAngelo Lopez and Tyler Woods
Just a couple they gunned down around the hood
I guess the pigs split wigs for the greater good
'Cause I ain't seen 'em lock a swine up yet
At the most, they reassign them to prevent protest
Just your color is enough to get you under arrest
Strong hand of the law got me feeling oppressed
If you flipping, kill a fifty, then you get in a chair
Paying taxes for some fucking clowns to ride around
Whooping ****' asses, scared to man up
Handcuffs, giving **** gashes on the wrist
I used to lift my fist and fight the power with
Older homie told me in his day, the pigs was planting bricks
In the trunks of ****' Chevrolets, them traffic stops and shit
Raiding homes without a warrant, shooting first without a warning
And they expect respect and non-violence
I refuse the right to be silent
[Verse 4]
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
****, freeze, put your hands in the air
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Yeah, put your hands in the air
****, freeze, put your hands in the air
[Verse 5]
L.B.P.D., no they ain't 'bout shit
L.A.P.D., no they ain't 'bout shit
L.A.S.D., no they ain't 'bout shit
Riding 'round these streets giving out full clips
L.B.P.D., no they ain't 'bout shit
L.A.P.D., no they ain't 'bout shit
L.A.S.D., no they ain't 'bout shit
Riding 'round these streets giving out full clips
[Verse 6]
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
****, freeze, put your hands in the air
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Freeze
Written by: Ernest Wilson, Vince Staples