Called The Cops Again

[Chorus]
Oh shit, somebody called the cops again
Pussy-ass fools wanna see us in a box again
They be prayin’ on my downfall, watchin’ what I spend
I’m just smokin’ dope in my Benz, in my Benz (yeah)
Oh shit, somebody called the cops again
They can’t stand the way we really get it in
They be prayin’ on my downfall, hopin’ that I end
I’m just smokin’ dope in my Benz, countin’ wins
[Verse 1]
Pulled up, windows down, smell loud in the lane
Got a plate of shrimp and rice, ashes in the frame
Chain cold, wrist froze, they stressin’ my name
Heard ’em whisper to the neighbor, tryna point out the game
They ain’t never left the block, I took the block out the state
Turned the pain into a plate, turned the hate into weight
Mama told me “keep it low,” but the dash say “race”
And the boys on the corner got my name in they face
Talk slick on the net, see me live, they shake
Same dudes callin’ 12 when they heart can’t take
See the foreign in the driveway, music on ten
They don’t wanna level up, they just dial that ten, like—
[Chorus]
Oh shit, somebody called the cops again
Pussy-ass fools wanna see us in a box again
They be prayin’ on my downfall, watchin’ what I spend
I’m just smokin’ dope in my Benz, in my Benz (skrrt)
Oh shit, somebody called the cops again
They can’t stand the way we really get it in
They be prayin’ on my downfall, hopin’ that I end
I’m just smokin’ dope in my Benz, countin’ wins
[Verse 2]
Blue lights in the mirror, but my heart don’t jump
Got my papers all clean, still my hand on the trunk
’Cause I know how it go, they don’t care what’s true
They just see the tats, see the fit, see the crew
They just see a young boss that they couldn’t become
So they run to the phone, then they run to they mom
“Yeah they out there in the yard, playin’ music again”
Whole time I’m in the front seat, thumbin’ through tens
On my cousin on a T-shirt, promised I’d ball
Every time they call them people, I just answer with gall
Hit the gas past the corner where they gossip and grin
Middle finger to the hate, let it start, let it spin, like—
[Chorus]
Oh shit, somebody called the cops again
Pussy-ass fools wanna see us in a box again
They be prayin’ on my downfall, watchin’ what I spend
I’m just smokin’ dope in my Benz, in my Benz (yeah, yeah)
Oh shit, somebody called the cops again
They can’t stand the way we really get it in
They be prayin’ on my downfall, hopin’ that I end
I’m just smokin’ dope in my Benz, countin’ wins (count it up)

rap, Hard-hitting trap/hip-hop beat around 145 BPM, male vocals. Dark, swaggering energy with booming low-end, skittering hats, and sharp snare cracks. Verses ride a menacing pocket with sparse keys and distant siren-like synths; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals, sliding bass, and chant-ready lines. Final chorus doubles vocals and adds ad-lib echoes for an anthemic, defiant finish., hip hop