Bentayga
I see ops in my face
But I got the Almighty
Anybody in the way getting smited
Run my reparations
You gone need some luck
40 acres and a mule ain't enough

I need a Bentayga, a Bentley truck
Tell the crooked police they can bite the dust
If they want the smoke yeah we got it
Put yo fist in the air let them know that we about it

They don't want the smoke
No joke, they choke, they fold
They crack right under pressure
Raised gun in front his badge
I'm striking fear without an effort
12 been a problem ever since I was little
I was 6 years old when I learned of acquittal
Now its motherfuck 12 fuck the whole damn establishment
At first I was a little mad
Now I'm adamant
My melanin rich
Been destined to flip
I'll be
Kicking down the White House doors for reparations
I need a Bentayga, a Bentley truck
Tell the crooked police they can bite the dust
If they want the smoke yeah we got it
Put yo fist in the air let them know we about it

Lead a revolution cause I'm tired of being docile
Fuel it with the truth like I was born to spit this gospel
Target on my chest and my back
I’m never cut slack
And they say I’m always on attack
When I’m chilling
They killing up our children
They paint themselves as victims
Even know they is the villains
The evil walks among us
Doctors, politicians
Trade their hood for a badge
And get back to the mission
First they murder in cold blood then get paid in celebration
Leave out crucial evidence, adding to aggravation
Jury far from earnest
Know they serve a purpose
Not guilty, as the gavel slams down with the verdict
Fuck 12
Racist from conception
Paradigm shiftin' they ain't here for our protection
I need to channel anger, Lord please give me direction
I'll be airing it out
40 acres and a mule ain't enough
I need a Bentayga, a Bentley truck
Tell the crooked police they can bite the dust
And if they want the smoke, yeah we got it
Put yo fist in the air let them know we about it

I got a clip for every hashtag
I'm armed to the teeth
Minding my own black owned
Now the pigs want beef
And they shoot, I’d shoot back
And as shells hit my feet
I think damn how they’d love to kill a nigga like me
Cause I'm black on attack and I'm ready to blast
Ready to snap on any black who feel the need to be last
I won't stop till it's over and we have it our way
Won't stop until the team is equipped at bay
Cause I'm ready to fight, seeing the light
All the promises of what's to come
Freedom, justice, peace all on my mind
Until the war is won

I need a Bentayga, a Bentley truck
Tell the crooked police they can bite the dust
And if they want the smoke, yeah we got it
Put yo fist in the air let them know we about it