RBG ridin' shit, real gangsta shit, nigga My name's Divine, I'm from the Bronx, you might know me Young nigga, babyface, heart of an OG I'mma tell you like my poppa told me Stay sucka free and fuck the police What you know about honor, respect and loyalty? What you know about the father Chet and Huey P? What you know about being hung, stabbed in the grill? Nothing 'cause you don't know about that young Emmett Till, on the real All these fake thugs know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal We don't live by the gun We just die by the gun I know Voletta Wallace when she still had a son I know DMC when she told Jada run 'Cause as soon as the paper come That's when them haters come Aiming at your safe for your cake and your crumbs Can't escape where your from I was raised in the slum When I was young, most of my jewels came from the bums on the block Don't be fooled by the cops 'Cause they just hate us Wanna see us locked fam, man They wanna see us rot 'Cause they know a man's dignity is all that he got Pass the rockefeller law to make us all stay [?] Feds handing out bids, starting 15 a pop Knock my sister on the floor the day they came to take pops That's why my little brothers hate cops And they banging on the system and they ain't finna stop If you scared, say you scared We only get one shot I'mma say this shit here whether you like it or not I'mma outlaw, rebel to America Banging on the system Won't be a victim I'mma hit 'em up Bang them in the neck and the gut And I won't stop banging 'til the coffin's shut