Song Lyrics

RBE X SOB that's the gang
Beat Boy taught me

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' 'til the day I die
'Cause they don't give a f*ck about us
And when the mama's cry
The morning of the homicide
They still won't give a f*ck about us

And then they wonder why, why so many niggas die
Ain't no hope, it ain't no jobs, just more statistics on the rise
And then they wonder why, why so many niggas die
Just more murders, more revenge, just more victims on the rise
You can look me in my eyes, the boy ain't never lied
Lord ain't never led me wrong, but the devil is a lie
And the devil told the truth, but to the cops I told a lie
When it's just you, yourself and you, and me, myself and I
I know I'ma do my shit it ain't no question 'bout it
When you grow up that's all you know, it ain't no questions 'bout it
And then I went around the world, it made me wonder why
Why the grass a lot more greener on the other side?
But I ain't trippin', if it's pressure then it's on
I know some niggas who ain't never made it home
They don't care whether we live, or if we don't
That's why I gotta tote this plastic and this chrome

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' 'til the day I die
'Cause they don't give a f*ck about us
And when the mama's cry
The morning of the homicide
They still won't give a f*ck about us
And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' 'til the day I die
'Cause they don't give a f*ck about us
And when the mama's cry
The morning of the homicide
They still won't give a f*ck about us

I'm thuggin' 'til I die
I'm clutchin' when I ride
And you be loose lip, and I ain't fuckin' wit' yo' kind
Keep my distance from the pigs, they just wanna give me time
Little shit matter the most, so pay attention to the signs
They be tryna spread the peace, ain't no hope in that
When you in that field by yourself, ain't no coachin' that
Got problems wit' my brother, deal wit' me, now we both in that
Keep this Glock on me for my safety it's a pole in that
Feds lookin' for me? Yeah, but I'm already knowin' that
They tell us that we equal, that's a lie, they ain't showin' that
Treat us like we dogs, tryna act like we don't notice that
Livin' up in hell, it's so hard to gain my focus back
Don't give a f*ck about us, so I'm slidin' 'til my folks is back
Feds can't keep a tab up on me nigga, got 'em overlap
And I know some killers want me dead, so I'm over strapped
Yeah I know the world'll never change, I got over that
Bitch

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' 'til the day I die
'Cause they don't give a f*ck about us
And when the mama's cry
The morning of the homicide
They still won't give a f*ck about us
And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' 'til the day I die
'Cause they don't give a f*ck about us
And when the mama's cry
The morning of the homicide
They still won't give a f*ck about us

Branden Mcnair, George Harris, Jabbar Armon Brown, Juwon Lee, Wayman Zachariah Barrow

The duration of F*ck About Us is 3:04 minutes and seconds.