Reparations
There we go
Aye
Yea
Big dick boy energy, baby
For real, I'm here to can this, you can get dissed
And this is where The Can. gets dissed
Locks my legacy
Sons of kings and queens
Our independence see movements push culture
We are, they pretend to be
The melanin course the veins, the black, red and the gold
That they stole won't repay what they owe
But I stand by the code, bitch
The whole diaspora circumference the planet
We need a legitimate plan (yea.)
United we stand even sticks in a bundle
Ain't broken by decrepit hands (yea.)
The Islands, to US, to UK, to Brazil
We share the same motherland, we all African
None of them can
Move to our beat
Copy our chant
Biting our dance
Stealing our slang
Doing it worse
Put that on gang
Swear every mu' fucka want be a nigga
Want take all but skin that come with it
You want a whip and chain?
Then snatch that shit out the slave master's hands
I'm a hungry mu' fucka quick to grab the biscuit
Summertime spin your block whoever next to you can get it
I'm the nigga in the burbs, Wall Street, behind the badge
Politician in the system three fifths of a human being, bitch
I'm blacker than Candace Owens (bitch, I'm Black.)
I'm blacker than Candace Owens (bitch, I'm Black.)
I'm blacker than Candace Owens
This reparations start paying back what you owing
Or we run in the crib with the stick
Vash The Stampede in this bitch
Talking about change but ain't none of y'all making no cents
On the same bullshit again
Fuck it we riding we poppin' the locks and we scaling the fence
Dead of night slipping thru your defense
Cross the yard you caught of guard
With the pistol-whip now you know my intent
Run it now or catch one in the face
Shut up, bitch, and just open the safe
He taking long, I'm done talking
Shot to the leg now he knowing his place
It's my time, nigga
Or your life, nigga
So think hard what you wanna do
Only one of the two I'm fienin' to waste
Ooh, lemme shut my mouth and do my dance like I'm suppose to
Peer into my Seoul when I be swigging on the soju
Light skin, dark skin, still a nigga, Hova told you
It don't matter if you in *BEEP* or the Whole Foods
Nigga, that's whole the truth
Bucket or the Benzie
Projects or the mansion
Struggling make them ends meet
Homie on the block or if you get that presidency
No matter your complexion America definitely
Still see a nigga
I'm blacker than Candace Owens
I'm blacker than Candace Owens
I'm blacker than Candace Owens
This reparations start paying back what you owing
Aye
Yea
Big dick boy energy, baby
For real, I'm here to can this, you can get dissed
And this is where The Can. gets dissed
Locks my legacy
Sons of kings and queens
Our independence see movements push culture
We are, they pretend to be
The melanin course the veins, the black, red and the gold
That they stole won't repay what they owe
But I stand by the code, bitch
The whole diaspora circumference the planet
We need a legitimate plan (yea.)
United we stand even sticks in a bundle
Ain't broken by decrepit hands (yea.)
The Islands, to US, to UK, to Brazil
We share the same motherland, we all African
None of them can
Move to our beat
Copy our chant
Biting our dance
Stealing our slang
Doing it worse
Put that on gang
Swear every mu' fucka want be a nigga
Want take all but skin that come with it
You want a whip and chain?
Then snatch that shit out the slave master's hands
I'm a hungry mu' fucka quick to grab the biscuit
Summertime spin your block whoever next to you can get it
I'm the nigga in the burbs, Wall Street, behind the badge
Politician in the system three fifths of a human being, bitch
I'm blacker than Candace Owens (bitch, I'm Black.)
I'm blacker than Candace Owens (bitch, I'm Black.)
I'm blacker than Candace Owens
This reparations start paying back what you owing
Or we run in the crib with the stick
Vash The Stampede in this bitch
Talking about change but ain't none of y'all making no cents
On the same bullshit again
Fuck it we riding we poppin' the locks and we scaling the fence
Dead of night slipping thru your defense
Cross the yard you caught of guard
With the pistol-whip now you know my intent
Run it now or catch one in the face
Shut up, bitch, and just open the safe
He taking long, I'm done talking
Shot to the leg now he knowing his place
It's my time, nigga
Or your life, nigga
So think hard what you wanna do
Only one of the two I'm fienin' to waste
Ooh, lemme shut my mouth and do my dance like I'm suppose to
Peer into my Seoul when I be swigging on the soju
Light skin, dark skin, still a nigga, Hova told you
It don't matter if you in *BEEP* or the Whole Foods
Nigga, that's whole the truth
Bucket or the Benzie
Projects or the mansion
Struggling make them ends meet
Homie on the block or if you get that presidency
No matter your complexion America definitely
Still see a nigga
I'm blacker than Candace Owens
I'm blacker than Candace Owens
I'm blacker than Candace Owens
This reparations start paying back what you owing
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