[Lyric] Bastards (Jazz)

[Verse 1]
Lookin about, loft top
I see the hate, off top
It's all cops around the corner, homie's a goner
Wishing I could yell out to him, "Narcs, ditch the marijuana"
But, nigga fukk
I ain't trynna be stuck in the middle of some shit like a cold cut
You cold fucked
I get a close up of my drippy trippy poster
Then cuff my glass bong, I named her Toaster
Thanking God I'm fortunate to pack this bowl and toke up
Even pinch off some hash I'm super grover
Supernova
Lord Jazz, low key, fuck the police
I'm on guard like a goalie case a nigga try to stole me
Sin city and I'm dead in the center
Trying to find a way out
These crabs won't let get up
Those my people, yeah I love them
But they out for themselves
So fuck it, if y'all ain't with me I'm leaving you here to melt
Cause this world is soon to burn, our world is soon to burn
And you praising Obama like he's really gonna help
No no no, backwards, you got it backwards
[Hook]
Backwoods, young black bastards
Living fast and dying faster
Knowing we ain't have a chance from the start
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