Prod. Lee Keyz
Lyrics:
Alright. A little more chill on this one, right. Haha.
I don't got opps, I got blocks
Whole sections of the city living under rocks
I don't got motion, I got openness
If you want that fake shit, turn on the global hits
Uffda
I wonder if I'll ever live to see the day of a Norwegian
Or a Native president
But we'll probably see a few more Black ones and a Mexican
That's that Catholic unity, Jewish immunity
Anti-integrated community
They want more suburbs and Section 8
And to keep praising the racists and rapists every day
What's that the Pledge of Allegiance
Or some more Nazi shit
They're complaining about logic and science
They're complaining about your every day diet
They're complaining about crying
Who can we even feel safe calling a hero now days
They all went to the Diddy parties
Or they're Donald Trump integrated
Bigots and stalkers, lawyers and doctors
So now I'm about the age where I'm supposed to
Have one of those, most likely, rapist faggots
Stick their fingers up my butthole and tell me if I have cancer
Or have the counterpart female do it
Like they're any different
Indignant, indifferent
Ole, 'I stood up to my man but he just wasn't giving in'
They'll do everything but give me my money, ya know
But then they'll say, 'Oh, you just need to manifest
You just need to need to say
They will give me my money'
Ya ok, they will give me my money
On some alternate reality shit, these people
They're like, 'If you were good at rapping, then you woulda had it'
Haha, now who exactly do you think is good at rapping
My little hip hop master
Let me guess, 'boom bap
Or someone that owns their masters
And that's that
And that's facts
And that's rap
You just gotta get cash
You gotta get that
You gotta sell crack
And that's like real
And then you give the spiel
Once you hit the heel
And then you get out and you got your deal
And this is rapping
No capping
Cause then you got talent
And you're happy
You're a baddie
Or a fattie'
Or something
Haha
Oh my God
Fuck yall man
