[Verse]
Yeah yeah
I'm just a n*gga with a black vendetta and a black owned business
And a black Raf sweater back and back white privilege
In a big body Benz with the glass black tinted
Kiss my whole black ass if you can't get with it
I'm a whole as*h*le, n*gga, ask Nicole, n*gga
Ask Vinyan, them my two big sisters
With my big black fist with them blisters in it
From that woodgrain wheel but the wheel keep spinnin'
And the world keep turnin' and my blacks keep burnin'
At the stake but we still talkin' bout gettin' paid
Talkin' bout f*ckin' hoes, talkin' bout what you bang
Talkin' bout crips and bloods, talkin' bout where you from
Talkin' bout what you did like somebody give a sh*t
Do some sh*t for your home, do some sh*t for the kids
Instead of talkin' bout yourself lil' n*gga you's a b*tch
Instead of talkin' bout yourself lil' n*gga you's a b*tch
Instead of talkin' bout yourself lil' n*gga you's a b*tch
And I'm straight from 65th, Lil' Fade was the name
'Til I growed, only go by the name mama gave
n*ggas sweet in the street like they peach marmalade
See the fuzz, see the judge, then they start to divulge
Tell the police where he live, who gon' show your brother love?
Lil' n*gga you's a b*tch
If my black live matter motherf*cker stop killin'
If my black live matter motherf*cker stop snitchin'
If my black live matter motherf*cker start business
In yo hood instead of letting f*ckin' Starbucks in it
If my black live matter then respect our women
If my black live matter don't neglect our children
If my black live matter, if the police take my sh*t
With a pistol, don't march, go kill 'em
Lil' n*gga you's a b*tch
All these lights, all these drones, what you Star Wars, holmes?
In them True Religion jeans, ain't no star wardrobe
You ain't runway ready, you ain't gunplay ready
God real and he comin', hope you Sunday ready
I never drove one Chevy, I went Beamer to Mercedes
My mama had a beeper sellin' reefer in the 80s
Levis and A Wang, still from the A gang
Used to be at Rally's back when Stormy was my main thing
Had a .22 in a TK Crew fleece
.22 in a TK flew
Had a .22 in a TK Crew fleece
Used to have depression, used to have a couple mood swings
Real sh*t, now I'm on some bottom of the deal sh*t
Not here now, a n*gga not here now
But guarantee a n*gga go when no white folk 'round
Every night on my knees I pray
My next girl look like M.I.A
And my enemies die like Kennedys
We by any means tryin' to get paid
n*ggas in the rap game tryin' to get slaved
n*ggas in this rap game all b*tch made
Do it for the fame, I do it for the fam
If rap don't work, I'ma do it with the blam
That tre-five jam, I'ma do it with my hands
Tears, sweat, blood, I'ma get it out the mud
That's on everything, that's on everything a n*gga love
Motherf*cker catch a slug tryin' to buzz on the northside
Two guns, tell them n*ggas hang out
I got two drums like a n*gga James Brown
Two guns, tell them n*ggas hang out
I got two drums like a n*gga James Brown
Changed the game watch the game change now
Switched up the game plan, watch them fall down
'Cus lil' n*gga you's a b*tch
Lil' n*gga you-
Ight that's all I got