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 Lil' white bitch gon' say'You need to say something about that'
 'You need to say somethin' 'bout Black-'
 Bitch, suck my...
 Yeah (go time!)
 That ain't your religion, you just followin' your mammy
 She followed your granny, she obeyed master
 Did y'all even ask up questions? It's holes in them stories
 Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message
 I know I ain't got the answer
 But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer
 I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby
 Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby
 Crackin' like broke porcelain, bitch
 We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit
 Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit
 I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)
 Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (yeah)
 If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (ooh), uh, gotta have it
 Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (uh)
 How I'm supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?
 Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)
 Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right
 What the fuck?
 I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it
 I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching)
 Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement
 I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?)
 On God, now
 I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious
 V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)
 Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit
 What's your address? I could probably send you a copy, bitch
 I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (haha)
 Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (fuck 'em)
 I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit
 Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her
 Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin
 I say it with my chest out
 You say it with your chest in, nigga (say it with your chest, nigga)
 Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (uh)
 Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (uh)
 Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace
 I'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence
 Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough?
 I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud
 I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' shit up (sorry)
 So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want
 Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, see 'em
 Free 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina
 So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds
 And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down
 We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (woo)
 'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a 'What the fuck now?'
 They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim (yeah)
 We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need
 We done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace
 Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (yah)
 I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth
 But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (yeah)
 So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans
 But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott
 Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side
 You know, with the T.I. lean (y'all fake mad)
 Catch up, niggas (gettin' y'all identity, huh?)
 Gangsta Grillz (go get a fuckin' hobby)
 Shit
 Ain't nobody perfect
 Well, at least y'all ain't, heh
 
 
		
		
	
 
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