Cops
Vanic & K. Flay Lyrics


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We was young we was chilling on the block
Yea we black so we getting bothered by these cops
Never protected us they like a gang them people oops
Contact with them it’s dead or locked either way in a box
I was just tryna eat they left me crumbs I had to scrape the pot
Emotionally scarred PTSD I go through that a lot
Everytime I walk out against all odds cause my pigment dark
But it’s how America made the system for these grimey ass cops
Yea I was young kid used to smoke a lil weed
Used to go to my niehbor backyard when I roll the tree
One day them alphabet boys ran behind there no abcs
I saw them and thought flee but instead one of them pulled out they gun and said freeze
I was 16 thinking why a cop pull a gun out on me
Luckily my mans moms came out and told them stop please
These the kids of the neighborhood what the fuck is wrong with you police
Like go do that in your town to white kids thats off the molly
They don’t want us to riot but that’s what they did to my ancestors see
Flourishing black towns they infiltrated burnt down and killed families
RIP to George Floyd hope change comes good
He showed what happenes everyday when we in the hood
But most of the time look they don’t catch it on camera
In the hood they give us them rasist ass cops and amateurs
Rip to Ahmad Aubrey he was just running laps
Make me want to shoot a white fool and call it a citezens arrest
So much names to say RIP to all the blacks that’s have been slain
Shit is crazy is this 1900s why they still lynching
Keep screaming defund them fuck it they don’t need it
Put into the community that really need it
Shout out to my white people speaking up that’s woke
We can’t do this by ourselves we gone need all y’all help
Had the Benz they used to try to stop me like everyday
Asking me if this car stolen what you do to get this in your name
They don’t understand how I’m black and driving better then them
Told my lawyer they harrasing smjust cuz I got a benz man
These mother fucking cops
These cops
These cops
Aye
We was young we was chilling on the block
Yea we black so we getting bothered by these cops
Never protected us they like a gang them people oops
Contact with them it’s dead or locked either way in a box
I was just tryna eat they left me crumbs I had to scrape the pot
Emotionally scarred PTSD I go through that a lot




Everytime I walk out against all odds cause my pigment dark
But it’s how America made the system for these grimey ass cops

Overall Meaning

These powerful and poignant lyrics from Vanic & K. Flay's song "Cops" poignantly address the systemic racism and police brutality faced by black individuals in America. The verses paint a vivid picture of the lived experiences and traumas that many black people go through on a daily basis. The song starts by describing a scene where young black individuals are simply hanging out on the block, but their peaceful existence is constantly interrupted by the presence of police officers who perceive them as threats solely based on their race.


The lyrics underscore the lack of protection and empathy shown towards black communities by law enforcement, likening the police to a gang that targets and oppresses black individuals. The reference to police officers being like a gang implies a sense of power imbalance and injustice in their interactions with the black community. The line "But it’s how America made the system for these grimey ass cops" highlights the systemic nature of police brutality and racism, pointing to a deeply entrenched issue within the criminal justice system.


The artist delves into personal experiences with police harassment and brutality, recounting a time when they were unjustly targeted by law enforcement for simply being young and black. The fear and trauma associated with police encounters, as well as the underlying racial prejudices that fuel such aggressive behaviors, are palpable throughout the lyrics. The mention of emotional scars, PTSD, and the constant vigilance required due to their dark skin pigment speaks to the deep-rooted impact of systemic racism on an individual's psyche and well-being.


Furthermore, the song draws attention to historical and ongoing injustices faced by black communities in America, referencing instances of violence, discrimination, and the destructive impact of racism on black individuals and communities. The artist pays tribute to victims of police brutality and racial violence, invoking the names of George Floyd, Ahmad Aubrey, and countless others who have lost their lives due to racial injustice. The call to defund the police and redirect resources to communities in need reflects a desire for systemic change and accountability within law enforcement.


Overall, the lyrics of "Cops" serve as a powerful commentary on the pervasive racism, violence, and inequality embedded within the American criminal justice system. By sharing personal experiences, historical references, and calls to action, the song sheds light on the urgent need to address and dismantle systemic racism and police brutality in order to create a more just and equitable society for all.




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Written by: Claymont Sancho

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@MACAFA

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But you held my neck and you said some shit
So I’ve been hoping you do
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To stall the burn and calm my nerves after I’ve had a few
You’re turning my insides you’re making me sick
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You’re turning my insides you’re making me wish
That I was a better girl, with a steady hand that you wanted to be with

But even if the cops come calling
Said even if the cops come calling
I’ll never talk
Even if you wreck me, even
If you waste the youth I’ve got
Baby if the cops come calling
I’ll never talk

When it’s easy for you then there’s always room for me
But when you got some plans, a place to be
I’m a throw out ad in a magazine
You could do wrong you could do wrong like hundred times
But I’ll always search the scene for ways to rationalize

You’re making my will weak, you fuck with my head
Say you wanted me but you never wanted me
You wanted my hunger instead
You’re making my will weak, this pit in my chest
Told me all about her then you swallowed those words and snuck in my bed



All comments from YouTube:

@sumtingwong3905

The nostalgia hits deep... Vanic was a big part of my childhood growing up.

@niklassrk

he totally was

@luvrevy

same

@HyperXDMarcosR

Same here, the chills I’m getting is crazy

@heywoodjablowme1145

same. just came across this video and i feel 15 again

@MoreTrenMoreMen69

Sum TingWong same . It’s funny it wasn’t that long ago but it feels so distant . From 12-14 I’d always listen to this while gaming . 16 now. Life’s speeding up , soon I’ll be in college damn

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I hope the neighbours like this song

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