Picking Cotton Lyrics - Cupcakke

My sister wheezing so I'm speeding down the E-way 

Having a baby dont blame me for being late 

Officer light so bright I hear a siren 

Pull me over and it's over shots firing 

Bleeding bad, tryna look at his badge 

Blood bath because he decided to spaz 

Aiming at my brain to put me under a grave 

Cops say yo car was moving faster than a runaway slave 

Than I froze, can't even stand up on my toes 

Why shoot when there's a taser and a pole? 

Blue and black lives matter, who knows? 

Is you gone call it in? The ambulance they could have took me 

It's always that one cop that try to be a rookie 

This ain't right why blacks and whites can't stick together 

Do whatever sorta like a duplex cookie, you fucking rookie 

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Beat us and treat us so rotten 

Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton 

Yall beat us and treat us so rotten 

Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton 

Yall beat us and treat us so rotten 

Beat us and treat us so rotten 

Beat us and treat us so rotten 

Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton 

They don't really want us to speak its about unity 

Right now I'm rapping on a white man's beat 

Cause I'm complete and comfortable with me 

Every white man is not corrupted as the white men we see 

I could vouch for that but some still stuck in a state of mind 

Or putting us behind and making us leave out the back 

Play that damn angel when they among us 

But 164 years back they hung us 

I'm not a slave to the white man 

Or white woman standing by me 

I'm not a slave to the record labels bidding how to sign me 

I am not a slave I am brave video every cop that make us stop 

Before our body drop and be sure to press save 

We need that for proof these cops they goof 

They pull you over and shoot then play it off like oops 

Intimidated by our presence so he be drawing the weapon 

Not screaming justice for nothing we not gone keep on failing 

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Beat us and treat us so rotten 

Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton 

Yall beat us and treat us so rotten 

Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton 

Yall beat us and treat us so rotten 

Beat us and treat us so rotten 

Beat us and treat us so rotten 

Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton 

Of course, there's no remorse 

Upon the force, freedom of speech till I'm hoarse 

You ain't gotta you ain't gotta 

You ain't gotta call me a nigga 

I'm dead even if I surrender 

You ain't gotta call me a nigga 

I'm dead even if I surrender 

Oh yo, you ain't gotta call me a nigga 

I'm dead even if I surrender 

I said you ain't gotta call me a nigga 

I'm dead even if I surrender