Everybody Hates Black Lad
Growing up on the Northside I didn't have the foresight
To see that the children could make a living playing Fortnite
Everything you say is as bad as committing war crimes
Watching what you say in case you speak into the wrong mic
Independent thought is now considered the alt-right
To hell with neocons
Middle finger to the alt-lite
Socialism doesn't work
Antifa are gobshites
Part-time artists marching for the wrong rights
Full-time fathers hoping they don't see a tax hike
No one in my city is affording the gaff price
So there's a chance I could be living in the flats twice
Drugs in the water and chemicals in the sky
But the world isn't ending and nobody's gonna die
We can spend more money the longer that we're alive
I'm the Million Dollar Man and everybody's got his price
Everybody just needs to chill
Everybody needs to chill the hell out
I don't know what the big deal is
What's the big idea, come on
I'll die before I lie to my kids
Never lie to my children, never
I thought Hip Hop was keeping it real
I thought Hip Hop was keeping it real
Is the world gone rotten
Are we all so lost
Entertaining little children chopping they bits off
What're honeys injecting plastic into they lips for
Isn't that the same stuff that's killing all the fish though
I don't mess with fake tan
Rather see my chick pale
Ran me outta Germany for not supporting Israel
I don't sell weed and I don't snort cocaine
Not the kind of negro that you fetishize and imitate
Who's being gangster
I'm looking for the answers
In the bottom of a bottle while I'm chatting up a dancer
Keep enjoying my freedom
I find the reason and meaning
I'm thinking of my grandkids and what my daughter can leave them
If the world is ending
I'd like to die free
But I must reiterate that that is highly unlikely
I'm planning to be old and dying in my sleep
Safe in the knowledge I was never lying when I speak
Everybody just needs to chill
Everybody needs to chill the hell out
I don't know what the big deal is
What's the big idea, come on
I'll die before I lie to my kids
Never lie to my children, never
I thought Hip Hop was keeping it real
I thought Hip Hop was keeping it real
To see that the children could make a living playing Fortnite
Everything you say is as bad as committing war crimes
Watching what you say in case you speak into the wrong mic
Independent thought is now considered the alt-right
To hell with neocons
Middle finger to the alt-lite
Socialism doesn't work
Antifa are gobshites
Part-time artists marching for the wrong rights
Full-time fathers hoping they don't see a tax hike
No one in my city is affording the gaff price
So there's a chance I could be living in the flats twice
Drugs in the water and chemicals in the sky
But the world isn't ending and nobody's gonna die
We can spend more money the longer that we're alive
I'm the Million Dollar Man and everybody's got his price
Everybody just needs to chill
Everybody needs to chill the hell out
I don't know what the big deal is
What's the big idea, come on
I'll die before I lie to my kids
Never lie to my children, never
I thought Hip Hop was keeping it real
I thought Hip Hop was keeping it real
Is the world gone rotten
Are we all so lost
Entertaining little children chopping they bits off
What're honeys injecting plastic into they lips for
Isn't that the same stuff that's killing all the fish though
I don't mess with fake tan
Rather see my chick pale
Ran me outta Germany for not supporting Israel
I don't sell weed and I don't snort cocaine
Not the kind of negro that you fetishize and imitate
Who's being gangster
I'm looking for the answers
In the bottom of a bottle while I'm chatting up a dancer
Keep enjoying my freedom
I find the reason and meaning
I'm thinking of my grandkids and what my daughter can leave them
If the world is ending
I'd like to die free
But I must reiterate that that is highly unlikely
I'm planning to be old and dying in my sleep
Safe in the knowledge I was never lying when I speak
Everybody just needs to chill
Everybody needs to chill the hell out
I don't know what the big deal is
What's the big idea, come on
I'll die before I lie to my kids
Never lie to my children, never
I thought Hip Hop was keeping it real
I thought Hip Hop was keeping it real
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Writer(s): Brendan Oladeru
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