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tried to show them love
Fucked up bad and that's the way they know to cope
Them crackers cash em' slipping they gon' give they ass the rope
You try

Say them people hit me Wednesday
I had made bail by Thursday
I was back at it on Friday
In the kitchen early Saturday
I ain't strike nothing till

crackers you looking buck broken
Thats ass backwards integrity matters
Like the black skin you can't rub off
Most can hide how the feel and who the fuck they

ridin', causin' drama
Bro, ain't no stoppin' for police, bro, them cracker stopped Obama
Swear I see money in these drugs, and I'm stayin' by that drug
I

the lambo steady flexing and they steal your car
Leading by example unintentionally beat a charge
Feeding on the crackers club cheese on wooden board
Eating

standing by
But Black skin, they taking lives

I don't get it
I don't care to understand

Put them hoods back on

Fucking inbred cracker klan
Run them hands

a tragic
I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it
Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic
Money and my happiness, I gotta have it
I can get it by

who's next
Pull the mask down do the skit like I'm Michael Myers
40 with a laser lit his ass up pants on fire
Blunt after blunt and this pressure keep

Yeah, don't pretend
Puss ass nigga, ain't clan
Knuck if you buck
Yo, we talking skitz
Y'all nigga ain't bout that shit
Every time my shadow step through

off your ass you got to take it
My brother still alive
But lost his mind and I can't shake it
Would hit me out the blue
Like K you golden you gon make

We get cheese like some crackers
We strapped up just like the Packers He too sweet, you know we pull it
If he reach it, hit with fully's I can teach

your kids
Choppa knock a nigga out his dreads like it was a wig
And tell them crackers with a badge, they
can suck my dick
He say he smell some weed, now

I'm bout to fuck up my life, this that ass
Ayy, I ain't tryna feel about it
Got up and ride up out the church, I'm tryna figure it out
I'm bout

chillin' there looking at the clover, yeah, my name is Donald Glover
Uh, yo, show yo' mom a little sho-vah
Ugh, you put your ass on the mic
Uh, I'm out here

ass right on the door

Gator boy go to the store
Cheetos with the Fritos
Wrap that bitch up in burritos
Gula made by Chico Pitoe

Try to hit me with

front door, but I ain't sellin' Avon
Scared to walk through communities now, look what happened to Trayvon
Crooked crackers wanna lock my black ass up

after his bitch ass, it's heart racing.
Heart racing. He fucked his bitch and put her in her place then

He's coming up with Mac-10s. He's ready to blow

'cause fuck a politician
They're our neighbors, they're our soldiers
Our men and women and children
They're the middle-class families who got
Forgot by

a FUCK what them crackers be thinking
She came to right place if she looking for mayhem
Take her to the right place we get high in the basement
All that

my cracker and they keep a 300
Black out nigga, play with us, we pop a perk

Then we finna crack, now better pick your mans up
Till we put your man

then I'ma grab these p's

My white boy on the way, that cracker green
I charge him seventeen,
I serve his ass four times a week,
I might go cop the Louis

leave ya being so blinded
Rich ass homes with gates they can't find us
Confiding in therapists, 300 dollar hours
So you can talk about how the pain you

to the crib with mother fuckin joints so I smacked him
You be tryna rap ain't no point yous a cracker
Yo bitch was pokin out her oink so I cracked her
I got

Yeah, what bitch
FON language, Otaku Underworld shit
Anime god in this bitch co-signed by the Chrisser
One Piece
If I ever fell off
I'd come back