Chi TheRealist, Jeff Johnson - Flippin' Shit Over Lyrics

They say pain inspire song
Everybody wanna know what time I’m on
The peace inside is gone
Beef with police was my alarm
They pushed me, they think we pussy
Well take a look see
At what’s inside the thong
Don’t want smoke I want entire bong
My response
I'm flipping all this shit over
Maybe I’m Tyson
Maybe I’m wildin
Maybe I’m way more Newton than Daaga
Martin’s ashamed but Malcom is prouder
This is America
Maybe I’m Childish
I’m full of anger, I’m from Chicago
Maybe I’m Hampton, maybe I’m Bobby
They tried to silence us turn up the volume
Real niggas don’t die they all live inside me
I grew up thinkin’ Hakuna Matata
Then I turned all my haiku’s into choppers
I had dreams to turn my tuna to lobster
I grew my locs and I turned to a shotta
I remember hardly seeing my father
I’m from a FaustrHome like Negus and Qhata
I was drinking shit way harder than pina colada
When I was harassed by the coppers
I needed prayer
And not a cop that’s employed by the mayor
Crazy they put they foot on our necks
When black people can’t even put foot on the table
Arrest the police that killed Breonna Taylor
Arrest the police that killed Breonna Taylor
Arrest the police that killed Breonna Taylor
Justice for Breonna Taylor or
I'm flipping all this shit over
Attention everybody with a duce duce
Got a new song you can loot to
Make sure that it’s fruitful
Niggas don’t need another tv or a bluetooth
People gettin' mad bout Target
But we been targets it’s mutual
They don’t need a reason to shoot you
“Put your hands up”
(Do Do)
Black people need a new plan of attack
Stop giving power to the man in the hat
Don’t give a damn if you a fan of my raps
Don’t let another white man stand on our backs
Everyone watching don’t got to record
Love me way more than you fear being black
They weaponize hate then we weaponize love
If this is a war then we gotta stay strapped
They say pain inspire song
Everybody wanna know what time I’m on
The peace inside is gone
Beef with police was my alarm
They pushed me, they think we pussy
Well take a look see
At what’s inside the thong
Don’t want smoke I want entire bong
My response
I'm flipping all this shit over

They say pain inspire song
Everybody wanna know what time I’m on
The peace inside is gone
Beef with police was my alarm
They pushed me, they think we pussy
Well take a look see
At what’s inside the thong
Don’t want smoke I want entire bong
My response
I'm flipping all this shit over
Maybe I’m Tyson
Maybe I’m wildin
Maybe I’m way more Newton than Daaga
Martin’s ashamed but Malcom is prouder
This is America
Maybe I’m Childish
I’m full of anger, I’m from Chicago
Maybe I’m Hampton, maybe I’m Bobby
They tried to silence us turn up the volume
Real niggas don’t die they all live inside me
I grew up thinkin’ Hakuna Matata
Then I turned all my haiku’s into choppers
I had dreams to turn my tuna to lobster
I grew my locs and I turned to a shotta
I remember hardly seeing my father
I’m from a FaustrHome like Negus and Qhata
I was drinking shit way harder than pina colada
When I was harassed by the coppers
I needed prayer
And not a cop that’s employed by the mayor
Crazy they put they foot on our necks
When black people can’t even put foot on the table
Arrest the police that killed Breonna Taylor
Arrest the police that killed Breonna Taylor
Arrest the police that killed Breonna Taylor
Justice for Breonna Taylor or
I'm flipping all this shit over
Attention everybody with a duce duce
Got a new song you can loot to
Make sure that it’s fruitful
Niggas don’t need another tv or a bluetooth
People gettin' mad bout Target
But we been targets it’s mutual
They don’t need a reason to shoot you
“Put your hands up”
(Do Do)
Black people need a new plan of attack
Stop giving power to the man in the hat
Don’t give a damn if you a fan of my raps
Don’t let another white man stand on our backs
Everyone watching don’t got to record
Love me way more than you fear being black
They weaponize hate then we weaponize love
If this is a war then we gotta stay strapped
They say pain inspire song
Everybody wanna know what time I’m on
The peace inside is gone
Beef with police was my alarm
They pushed me, they think we pussy
Well take a look see
At what’s inside the thong
Don’t want smoke I want entire bong
My response
I'm flipping all this shit over