Smino – Plead The .45th Lyrics (feat. Saba)

[Smino:]
I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the .45th, ’cause this shit is beyond me
How their words don’t mean anything
City of haters, city of demons (Ooh, ooh)

I wanna love all of y’all, but I don’t think it’s enough Tylenol
I’m thinkin’ ’bout callin’ off, I’m tired as f*ck and I’m noddin’ off
Surrounded by narcissists, my noose is moving through the contusions
They see my hue and they wanna do me, just like Huey P. Newton
I got a laundry list of lessons in Chicago lost
Runnin’ from pagans, running with Reagan, now they with Donald Trump
I don’t take nothin’ too personal, play 50 Cent now my Kurtis Blow
Gold grill and a greasy throat, no peace to the PDO

I’d like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the .45th, ’cause this shit is beyond me
How their words don’t mean anything

City of haters, city of demons (Ooh, ooh)

[Saba:]
They say they love all of y’all but that’s to get the the deposits off
I was a child meanwhile my grandfather playing Ahmad Jamal
While niggas incarcerated, cops still living above the law
The city so cold, I had to leave out quicker than the car defrost
Westside Chicago, dodging a pothole, know I can die tomorrow
Cause that’s the reality, this shit ain’t no peachy or tangerine
They cover it up a catastrophe
A couple of em’ killed by the badge, at ease
This shit is a war, never had no peace
They pulling me over, harassing me
So I’d like to see all of them bastards bleed

[Smino:]
I’d like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the .45th, ’cause this shit is beyond me
How their words don’t mean anything
City of haters, city of demons (Ooh, ooh)

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