text: ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney!
  Politicians crooked, police crooked, presidents is crooked
  Niggas crooked too
  The black boy battled, the white cops shot him
  The DA sat and justified it, all lives matter
  Her dad was a robber, her mom was a mopper
  She been here since she was a toddler, they took away DACA
  He killed the students, the principals too
  Grew up with a silver spoon, got ten, do two
  Ima tell you about a boy named Nate
  Good kid in the projects, mama stay on section eight
  She worked two jobs, she paid her bills and tried to keep em straight
  She do her best, his daddy locked up servin twenty-eight
  See, Nate go to school with Blake
  Blake from up the street, their house is like a mile away
  He got everything he want, but he a different race
  Nate mama used Blake mama address to registrate 
  See, Blake wanna be like Trey
  Trey a gangster, he stay right across the street from Nate
  He got all the girls, but he dropped out in May
  So Blake stole his mama money and went and bought a K
  Now Blake ridin round with Nate
  He stole his mama car, its a Kia Santa Fe
  Two girls, Blake, Nate and Blakes K
  They pullin up the golden glide where everybody skate
  Blake mama called the police, she dont know its Blake
  Blake and Nate leave the skatin rink, they run they plates
  Pull em over, tell em, Freeze, they see Blakes K
  Nate shakin so they shot him two times in the face
  Ooh, ooh, shit aint never fair
  Ooh, teachers never care
  Ooh, police want me dead 
  Shit aint never fair 
  Ooh, you were never there, oh-oh 
  I need a prayer , ooh, yeah
  These niggas want me dead
  Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah