Riot - XXXTentacion

You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?

I’d rather sing about the same things that we claim

Such is bashful, but niggas like a task force

Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh

Niggas ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence

'Cause it’s a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent

What’s the justice in sayin', «Fuck it,» and grab the pump?

Then kill a woman with many children?

Makes you a chump

Look in all the stores you wreckin', nigga, I reckon

Think about the people who own it for 'bout a second

I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs

This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair

But sure, you’d rather hear me say, «Fuck the black prejudice

Let’s murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant

Views,» and etcetera, knives thrown

Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, oblivious

I won’t dare say that you should stop the fuckin' ignorance

Murder opps, killin' shit, I’d enjoy the thrill of it

Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em

Auction 'em, don’t you bark at 'em, murder 'em, never heard of 'em

I could preach the peace but say, «Fuck it,» and preach the murder

'Cause this ain’t fuckin' life that we livin', go 'head and grab the extension

Give death another one, uncle, cousin, brother, son

Glory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of innocence

But in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance

Blasphemous, killin' our own, murderin' black

We see, I see, death before the children

White guys and white girls hanging from the buildings (We are the Ku Klux Klan,

we hate)