Bastards

[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 More backwoods, young black bastards....