Quavo – Blackman Lyrics

Blackman

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"Blackman." - Quavo

Monday, 26 October 2026, 10:48 am

Album: ATL

Track No: 02

Blackman, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
Is it because that I'm perfect?
Riding down eighty-five, 3 in the morning
Why you pull me over? Say you smell marijuana
I said I got ID, yeah, I got glaucoma
He said, we ain't in Cali, ****, get out, put your hands up
Runnin' real hard shook the taser
Runnin' real hard shook the taser
I told him can we split, we gon' shake 'em
****, hit my phone when you made it
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Nah, I ain't tell you wrong, get the paper
Been fightin' too long against haters
My attitude, yeah, I'm going for the shaders
Live from the cracks of the concrete
Twelve try to take a **** off the street
Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
Take a **** life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a **** ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin'?
Free that ****, Boosie, runnin' at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hanging out the G like free Meek
Kill a **** reachin' for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain't comin' home
That's why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it
Blackman, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
Is it because that you nervous?
Drop, Blackman, running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the RAW all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin' kids in jail if he wasn't crackin'
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin' on clubs to the cashmere
You should've seen how I flossed on 'em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young **** counting money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I'm U-N-O
**** wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin' on my dog crib like I'm Snoopy though
That's my ****, I ain't even wanna do it though
If I don't do it, shit, I know he gon' do me though
'Cause he broke and he trippin' 'bout stupid hoes
But I'm a Don just like motherfuckin' Julio
Blackman
Blackman, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
Is it because that I'm perfect?
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don't understand us
They be lookin' for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did it 'cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it 'cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it's all good
And then you shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin' ****, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think 'fore you shoot
You kill me, man, there gon' be more of some rioting and looting
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y'all ain't the ones gettin' hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon' be time for retribution
Hope you don't ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain't no nonsense
You doin' wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon' run out for the dumb shit
Ain't no deception, tryna get in heaven
You gettin' nailed, bet it's on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon' deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
'Cause he don't wanna have a
Blackman, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
Is it because that you nervous?
Blackman, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
Is it because that you nervous?

Writer(s): T.I., Quavo, RaRa, Meek Mill, C Gutta, MP808, Stefan Rossi.

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