BLACK lyrics

[Verse 1: Bob]
I’m black with a capital black
Tell these brand new b*tches need to watch their backs
Cause I don’t play games when it come to my money
Yeah I be telling jokes but ain’t a damn thing funny

Nickname Fagatron, are you ready to gagatron
pus*y got you walking funny, it’s a weapon
Make my sure hair is on before I carry on
And got the game locked tighter than the pentagon

[Hook: Bob]
Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga
If I'm on the track it's guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag sh*t, dyke sh*t, trans sh*t, fight sh*t
Music for my people and you ain't gotta like sh*t, b*tch

Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga
If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a bangеr
Talking fag sh*t, dyke sh*t, trans sh*t, fight sh*t
Music for my people and you ain't gotta likе sh*t

[Verse 2: BASIT]
Ease on down to the ground, drop it low
Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul
Black and proud everywhere that we go
Say it loud, let them haters know
My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (Grows to the sky)
Gravity we defy
Ass clapback like a counterattack
Feels so good to be black
[Verse 3: Bob]
'Cause I'm a real black b*tch
I'm on the attack, b*tch
Ain't no lazy motherf*ckers 'cause we pickin' up the slack, b*tch
Get your black ass to the front of the class
If Rosa Parks could see you now, she'd be beatin' that ass
We workin' twice as hard, taking half the pay
Multiply by 2 if you black and gay
Keep up because I know it's hard to understand
But multiply by 10 if you black and trans

Because this Mary is a Mac, and I'm sick of wearing black
Keep dodging silver bullets, 'cause they coming for my back
Bah bah black sheep thicker than a snicker
Said I'd never get a BBL, I think I'll reconsider

[Hook]
Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga
If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag sh*t, dyke sh*t, trans sh*t, fight sh*t
Music for my people and you ain't gotta like sh*t, b*tch

Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga
If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag sh*t, dyke sh*t, trans sh*t, fight sh*t
Music for my people and you ain't gotta like sh*t
[Verse 4: Ocean Kelly]
Yeah
Black as f*ck, no I won't never deny it
You b*tches missing the flavor, and I'll forever supply it
I'm talking Lawry seasoning in my mac and cheese
I got Jamaican n*ggas serving you rice and peas (Yeah, yeah)
Whether it's afropuffs or it's a curly occasion
He want a country little n*gga
He know it's juicy and cajun
And it'll turn to gymnastics soon as I hop on the di*k
Give him the back handspring and then I lickety split

Back-back-back to the subject at hand
We wasn't part of the plan
That's why my n*ggas want reparations, so how is you paying?
I don't need February to tell me I'm necessary
'Cause soon I'm gone pop, no Britney Spears or no Katy Perry
See, they overanalyzing and they over-criticizing
The way that they tantalizing is honestly not surprising
'Cause me and my people got generations demolished by triggers
Hand on my holster, 'cause my blackness is power, my n*ggas
(My n*ggas, my n*ggas)

[Outro: BASIT]
Ease on down to the ground, drop it low
Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul
Black and proud everywhere that we go
Say it loud, let them haters know
My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (Feels so good to be)
Gravity we defy (Feels so good to be)
Ass clapback like a counterattack (Feels so good to be)
Feels so good to be black