Songtext Victor roberts Brockhampton

Victor roberts

My fuckin' Power Rangers couldn't protect me from that LAPD kick though
Motel, pick popes
Went through the livin' room, straight to the bathroom, lookin' for great dope
My papa lookin' at my mama, lookin' at that closet like
"There that shit go"
Two keys and a thumper, ten K with the mustard
A whole family in no buster, this don't add up
My padre facin' them three strikes
And my mama just smacked the pipe
Crack smoke, got crashed tight, this shit still bad, 'cause
The boys peeped a Brillo pad and some glass tucked
And it's lookin' like my parents was up in here runnin' off through that stash dump
But the fact, crack different than coke
Plus the smoke wasn't close enough to choke me
Lord screwed me so mom could kick big facts at bruh
The truth is, we held a bag for this kid we took in
Tryna part with his old ways, maybe we all mistook him
'Cause I knew something was fucked up when he said
"Don't open or look in this here satchel that I'll be back for in just a couple of minutes"
And hella hours later, like, lookin' in an hour later
What about cold food for a cold fool?
Motherfucker put my family in danger
I blame myself for all my anger
I never looked inside his stuff so he never really needed to hide his stuff
When you showed me what was really inside his stuff
I never had a clue
Now I know as police, you gotta do what you gotta do
But this my family, all I got us, my nigga
My own mother just shot at us, my nigga
This is why we here
And I don't fuck with niggas I don't know
But I had the heart to help this kid in danger, tears in anger
Gemini gettin' violently
The police silence don't help anxiety
My daddy's passin', all of this wildin'
All of these pilots, not one of them flyin'
Y'all flyin', all tryna fight this divin' nose chuck
Popo stuck, play your part
All this commotion and the neighbors listenin' like, "Oh fuck"
Shit finna spark
All this emotion, need a decision made with some heart
'Cause ours is broken, they tryna lock the third, not your mouth
Pops chokin', this shit ain't kosher
Moms is over if CPS get sent to page us
I ain't gon' see my parents for ages
All this erosion, no more protection
Shit don't feel safe
What graduation? What degrees?
What visitations? What imagination?
Imagine my whole world taken away from me
All over some basic misconstrued melodies
My heart racin', clutchin' my red Ranger, pacin'
I can barely breathe
Mister policeman
Yo policeman
We got what we need
Just let 'em be

Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me

And if you're hurting, love yourself with my heart
And if you're hurting, love yourself with my heart

Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me

Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for me
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for me
Oh, oh