[Intro]
Hey n*gga, I ain't about to keep rapping for free
They killing n*ggas in the street, supposedly
n*ggas in dashikis and shooting n*ggas off rooftops
And sh*t n*gga, this sh*t going crazy n*gga
I need my f*cking hymns n*gga, real talk, Isa Muhammad
[Verse]
Slave blood Apartheid, Malcolm X and King died
Jesse Jackson's mustache, Al Sharpton's perm sweat
Police coming keep sweat, I suspect you keep Tecs
Wu-Tang Protect Ya Neck, Mike Xavier, Johnson sh*t
Drones killed the children still, I ain't even got a deal
I was in the mansion once occupied by Holyfield
Cotton picked out in the field, strange fruit is growing still
All my n*ggas know it's skill, like HIV and Cloverfield
Like bullets through my brothers' skin
They better hope that Trump don't win
Or ashes will be in the wind
Like Rodney King was beat again
I'm Huey P, I'm Eldridge Cleaver
Turn the skeptics to believer
Turn a bad b*tch to a diva
Corner three, I'm Trevor Ariza
Throw a flag I'm refereeing
Rappers y'all just out of season
Rapping for no f*cking reason
Bars gon' give me charge of treason
I'm a f*cking mausoleum
My future's way too bright for seeing
All I know is Carpe Diem, f*ck n*ggas I don't see 'em
LSD and shrooms in case so I can take the pain away
And put it all up in the page
And make it seem like Nicolas Cage
My soul is trapped up in the maze
My mind is somewhere out of space
I don't recognize my face, all my thoughts without a trace
I got Sean Carter's taste, I got William Roger's swagger
I ain't see no pentagrams, ain't no blood-covered daggers
They gon' keep killin' n*ggas, Black Lives Doesn't Matter
[Outro]
Hey, this is for motherf*cking all y'all n*ggas out there
Scared and sh*t of the motherf*cking police
What the f*ck you scared of, n*gga?
You the motherf*cking black man, n*gga
You the f*cking Original Man, n*gga
The f*ck you scared of, n*gga?
Stand up black man, quit being a b*tch, n*gga
f*cking take care of your families and sh*t, n*gga
Protect your motherf*cking communities, n*gga
Get your bread up, n*gga
Quit being a bummy-ass n*gga, blood
Get your bread up, my n*gga
This sh*t real in the field, my n*gga
This ain't no motherf*cking game, n*gga
This the end of time, n*gga
They want us dead, n*gga
They want us out of the motherf*cking picture
Dead, In Jail before 25, n*gga
You already know what it is, n*gga
f*cking Isa Muhammad, n*gga
f*cking Maybach Music, n*gga
Can't f*ck with us, n*gga
Can't stop this sh*t, n*gga
We gon' be way too rich to kill, n*gga