My nikka, have you ever dated a white girl?
Y'all break up and argue and she call you the N word
Not N-I-G-G-A, N-I-G-G-E-R
Entice you to strike her so you can see these bars
I'm Missy Elliot like he-he-he-he-ha
You are not needed, trollop, now you are VCR
I'm somewhere on krypton and you just see these stars
Parallel universe, free-throw shootin' meteors
And slam dunkin' planets
My semantics damn near tantric
Dorothy came to Kansas
You was never on my bandwidth
And fukk these FM radio stations you complacent
Cause y'all play the most ignorant songs in creation
Wayne said he'd make these hoes love em like Satan
Jay partnered with Barney's with racial discrimination
And Kanye gear sport confederate flags
His ancestors severed heads was in confederate bags
And this ain't hate, this just the truth
About when blacks escape the concrete jungle, and lose humble
Humility's a blessing and many men have tumbled
Off that pedestal soon as your foundation crumbles
Beef sausage in my gumbo, pourin' out liquor for my grandparents and uncle
Who I get drunk for, Californication no Runkle
Blue leather belt, big silver H on the buckle
Ebbs and flows, made a modest living off rapping
Go say I'm ballin' I'm still tryna make it happen
Impregnate the beat and murk it like Rae Carruth
Stand on Dr.Kings mountaintop and raise the roof
Apollo and Ras will be AOTY
Y'all break up and argue and she call you the N word
Not N-I-G-G-A, N-I-G-G-E-R
Entice you to strike her so you can see these bars
I'm Missy Elliot like he-he-he-he-ha
You are not needed, trollop, now you are VCR
I'm somewhere on krypton and you just see these stars
Parallel universe, free-throw shootin' meteors
And slam dunkin' planets
My semantics damn near tantric
Dorothy came to Kansas
You was never on my bandwidth
And fukk these FM radio stations you complacent
Cause y'all play the most ignorant songs in creation
Wayne said he'd make these hoes love em like Satan
Jay partnered with Barney's with racial discrimination
And Kanye gear sport confederate flags
His ancestors severed heads was in confederate bags
And this ain't hate, this just the truth
About when blacks escape the concrete jungle, and lose humble
Humility's a blessing and many men have tumbled
Off that pedestal soon as your foundation crumbles
Beef sausage in my gumbo, pourin' out liquor for my grandparents and uncle
Who I get drunk for, Californication no Runkle
Blue leather belt, big silver H on the buckle
Ebbs and flows, made a modest living off rapping
Go say I'm ballin' I'm still tryna make it happen
Impregnate the beat and murk it like Rae Carruth
Stand on Dr.Kings mountaintop and raise the roof
Apollo and Ras will be AOTY
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