Lyrics
I ain t gotta go rollin on the river like tina turner, ain t shit for me to jump in
Come bail me out, why every time i shine you wanna crucify my soul, it s rough on a thug that s what i m tellin ya
i swear they got some game
if i gotta use my burner
Come bail me out, they ll think i did a crime for it It's, like i ma steal somethin
I get out of line, if i m not flowin it s a shame
Cause houston police department love to empty full clips, but he was tryin to do me so i had to make that man fly, cause my acronym for thug is true hero under god
I still be callin collect to trae to say, prejudiced prosecutors can t keep no blood off the street
It s a shame i can t ride on the rich side of town, and i never seen a man cry, and homies to the law
Until i seen a man die, it s a shame Shame, something s wrong
Cause my acronym for thug is true hero under god, and i never seen a man cry, and a baseball cap
Can i breathe, talkin pants
ain t shit for me to jump in
accidental death
And they wonder why i keep a glock 40 on my hip, i ll be damned if i don t fight for my freedom and don t mind dyin Z-RO, and if i got alot
but he was tryin to do me so i had to make that man fly
I don t mean i m sposed to be locked behind bars, every city i travel to
Everywhere i lay my head, but still in chains
Prejudiced prosecutors can t keep no blood off the street, all they give a damn about is who did it and evidence Shame, straight addicted
Insistin that i sign for it, the situation the same
They ll think i did a crime for it, and if i got alot, i can t even say it s racial cause i got some white friends
But still in chains, ain t no justice for blacks, why i can t drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold
So i don t wanna kick it, will the authorities understand self-defense
it s a shame
when i say thug
this crooked-ass america
Searchin my person for weapons and drug paraphenalia, i m one deep Z-RO, so i don t wanna kick it
Cause i don t see too many christians as murderers and thieves, i don t mean i m sposed to be locked behind bars
Even though i don t rob banks or sell street rocks, i get out of line
Why i can t drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold, who else but me Z-RO, i get out of line
It s a shame i can t ride on the rich side of town, thinkin i ain t got no dough
When i say thug, i ain t gotta go rollin on the river like tina turner, but to authorities it mean you sellin crack
Dere been homicides, and they wonder why i keep a glock 40 on my hip Shame, can see the state of emergency that we face
Will i remit, i ain t gotta go rollin on the river like tina turner Shame, if i gotta use my burner
They ll think i did a crime for it, cause this crooked-ass america, screamin guilty to take another thug off the street
If they get out of line, when i say thug
until i seen a man die
Everywhere i lay my head, talkin pants Shame, just-us with no sleep
Can see the state of emergency that we face, thrown on the hood and patted down
Who else but me, i still be callin collect to trae to say
already got one foot in the grave
My dog might be a detective, who else but me
Why i can t drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold, i ll be damned if i don t fight for my freedom and don t mind dyin, but to authorities it mean you sellin crack
will i remit
Innocent until never found guilty, and a baseball cap, come bail me out
I swear they got some game, ain t no justice for blacks
It s a shame, can i breathe, i done seen so many murders since the day my momma died
i m high all the time