I'm the stereotypical black that's showing no love
Cause my people being shoved
Right in the mud
For some green buddy dirt that they just happen to call a fucking drug
It give you buzz
Make you forget what your problem was
The earth is the one that grew it right up under the fucking sun
We know they do it for fun
Now we pulling guns
We ain't got no right to run
Cause now we know its more life, more life, more life than working for dirty ones
We may be popping pills but we ain't shooting up no heroine like Demi was
Acting like its all love
When they be wearing sharing same gloves
While they undercover feeling like they still above
If i was to shave a monkey bald
Thats how you wiggers look
Wanna be hood
Pulling baby hairs where us niggas get they gel put
Why don't you just face it cause we made all your got damn magazine outlooks
And now it aint a King or Queen for the NFL that you fuckers can book

Does this beat make you scared?
Does it raise your hairs?
Are you gasping for air?
Sit and pull up a chair
I'll bring it all into the clear
If this song made you feel any type of way
Then mission accomplished

Ha Ha Ha ...

Now we breaking shackles just to live in them castles that's a hassle and a battle to get
These chains for fashion wise up on my neck and wrist
Ain't no cruising in my mama whip
Get my check from whites and dip
Put it in my savings for bigger grip
Hey or wave or maybe even a hat tip
Get a half smirk with some tight lips

But i bet if i smack you that's when i get my morning hand lifts
Plus a short good mannerly applauded script
Don't be fronting
Your acknowledgment ain't special gift
Running through the city with suits and badges no evidence
Charging whatever crime fit
I guess long as you coming home
To pay your fucking family rent
No structure in every sentence when i write with my pen
Ongoing vents
Like i just popped my trunk to air out the street the your fucking mommie lived
Don't ever think that imma let the song run without talking bout niggas
Witcha tight fittings
Low britches must all got your mind twisted
Thinking that you can just pull a bitch from every single city
Forget it, just admit it
You scared of making misses
Storing number in your phone
80 plus digits just in case your main switching
Thinking we don't know the game civics
Im sitting on higher pivots

Does this beat make you scared?
Does it raise your hairs?
Are you gasping for air?
Sit and pull up a chair
I'll bring it all into the clear
If this song made you feel any type of way
Then mission accomplished

Ha Ha Ha ...