Killer Mike feat. CeeLo Green – Down By Law Lyrics

Lyrics Down By Law – Killer Mike feat. CeeLo Green

I just think timing is everything
Like n**ga, this it, this, this one right here
That ain’t easy, stay motivated, stay inspired
I owe it to myself, stay down on it
And it ain’t been hard throughout the journey
It’s been a journey

Hello, hello my n**gas
Hello and hello my n**gas
Please keep it mellow, my n**gas
Stop sippin’ yellow, my n**ga
You itchin’ and twitchin’ and glitchin’, my n**ga
Listen, my n**ga.. shhh
Snakes in your circle and them b!tches hissin’, my n**ga

My n**ga don’t listen, one thing I hate ’bout my n**ga
So I just pray ’bout my n**ga
N**ga, it’s hard, n**gas done gave up on God
Maybe God gave up on us
Maybe She angry we worshippin’ all these false idols
So devils just prayin’ on us
This for the junkie, the fiend and the loser
Prayin’ to God in the back of a cruiser
I pray that prison can cure your addiction
And devil’s affliction don’t hurt you no more

Needin’ no reason, but I’ll let you know
I was so young when I stood at that store
That I did not know that the money you paid me
Was meant for your babies, and now they just poor
It was just business, my n**ga
I am not vicious, my n**ga, I had no vision, my n**ga
I wanted Guccowni and Fendi, my n**ga
Gucci, Givenchy, my n**ga
But none of them crackers ain’t love us, my n**ga
All of them crackers said f**k us, my n**ga
Mad ’cause they women in love with the god
They f**k us and suck us, and love us, my n**ga

Back to the trap, back to the Dickies and buffs
Lookin’ like I drive a truck
F**kin’ my b!tch, sh!t, better be rich
She buy a new bag of weed
Goddamnit, I don’t understand it
But if she’s an addict, this Gucci purse gon’ get her geeked
Thick with her ass, she in some Betty Shabazz
Pretty as Coretta Scott
All that I got, she got the face of a model
She got the heart of Asada
She from the gutter, my n**ga
Wife and a mother, my n**ga
Winnie Mandela, my n**ga
Free Leonard Pelletier, my n**ga, Obama

Please free our mama, my n**ga
Asada, my n**ga
Peace to Mutulu, my n**ga
Heart of a Zulu, my n**ga
Free Larry Hoover, my n**ga
Free Jeff Fort, my n**ga
F**k all the courts, my n**ga
Movin’ like Malcolm and Martin, and King
Lift every voice, this the song that I sing
Born in the womb of a beautiful teen
I am a beautiful, wonderful thing

I am a king, my woman’s a queen
Master the heart, say we are the God
I study hard like John Henrik Clarke
Even in my days of whippin’ the hard
I’ll tell the devil that Black man is God
Keepin’ it player, just playin’ my part
Lean on my Demon and post in the park
Jewelry all gleamin’ like Rakim Allah
My Eric B. is my nine in the car
You try to G me, get nine in your jaw
Bless all the felons that handled the raw
F**k all the tellers that ran to the law
Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car
My name is Michael, I’m down by law

Won’t you help us, oh holy Father
And I could show as a martyr
Like nobody’s gonna live forever and neither am I
Two shots for the city that raised me
Thanks for the praise that you gave me
Because without it, nobody would’ve known that I was even alive
I’m down
This sh!t is so Atlanta, down by law…

➤ Written by Curtis Mayfield, Dammo Farmer, Killer Mike, CeeLo Green, Warryn Campbell & DJ Moon
Produced by DJ Moon
Killer Mike | CeeLo Green | 2023

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