Artist: Brockhampton Album: Ginger Song: Victor Roberts Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Victor Roberts II] 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 poppa lookin' at my momma lookin' at that closet like, "There that shit go" Two kis in the dump, ten K with the mustard A whole family in the buster, it just don't add up My padre facin' them three strikes And my momma 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 her back 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 this stuff so he never truly never believed in the highly stuff When you show me what was really inside this 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 whole mother just shot at us, my nigga This is why we here Now 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' violent The police silence don't help anxiety My daddy's passin', all of this whilin' 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 of this commotion and the neighbors listenin' like, "Oh fuck" Shiftin' a spark All this emotion, need a decision made with some heart 'Cause ours is broken, they tryna lock the third, not your mouth My pops chokin', this shit ain't kosher Moms is over if CBS get sent to page us I ain't gon' see my parents for ages All this erosion, no 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 Policeman They got what we need [?] [Kevin Abstract] 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 [bearface] And if you're hurting, love yourself with my heart And if you're hurting, love yourself with my heart [Kevin Abstract] 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 [Ryan Beatty] 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