Mo N***a News

Fucking chip on my shoulder
It might never be over
Till my niggas in Rovers
Till I'm sitting wit Hova
We was facing foreclosure
Might just mix it with soda
Fuck it, I got the
Talking no pot to piss
Need a speck, just a glimpse
Lemme know you exist
I'll fuck round wit the wrist
Ain't religious, I'm praying
Mama, I'll kill a man
Leave em right where he stand
Got the burner in hand
Hold up I'm really tripping
God is you realistic,
'Fore I go on a mission
You Know the sermon I missed it
Never been modern Christian
Wanting for shit that glisten
Prolly under suspicion
Our reputation conditioned

Land of the ME
Home of the slave
Guard yo head and watch yo ways
You in the matrix
Stuck in the maze
If you a nigga then you been caged
The only next action is, RAGE

These American scars
Got us niggas at odds
Pose to be living large
40 acres and mule
Look at us on the news
The numbers that we produce
While hanging us by a noose
Tell em how they should feel
Tell em how we done killed
Tell em that we done healed
Tell em that we conceal
Tell em we from the wild
Tell em we never smile
Tell em we on the prowl
Tell em we hunting now
Studied ya propaganda
Nola our to ATL
Fuck is this in a Fanta
Ain't no caucasian Santa
Only present from nana
'Fore Designer and Panda
Niggas, cash in the camera
I was planning to this anthem NIGGA

Still burning weed like Sage
Tryna stay out of a state of constant RAGE
Another black man killed on the front page
Never knowing what's to come in the coming days



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Writer(s): Kerrick Metoyer
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