| My momma was raised in an era when,
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| Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
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| Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
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| But they wasn’t satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself.
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| You see it’s broke nigga racism
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| That’s that «Don't touch anything in the store»
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| And there’s rich nigga racism
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| That’s that «Come here, please buy more»
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| What you want a Bentley, fur coat and diamond chain?
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| All you blacks want all the same things
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| Used to only be niggas now everybody play me Spending everything on Alexander Wang
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| New Slaves
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| You see it’s leaders and there’s followers
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| But I’d rather be a dick than a swallower
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| You see it’s leaders and there’s followers
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| But I’d rather be a dick than a swallower
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| I throw these Maybach keys
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| I wear my heart on the sleeve
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| I know that we the new slaves
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| I see the blood on the leaves
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| I see the blood on the leaves
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| I see the blood on the leaves
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| I know that we the new slaves
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| I see the blood on the leaves
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| They throwing hate at me Want me to stay at ease
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| Fuck you and your corporation
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| Y’all niggas can’t control me I know that we the new slaves
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| I know that we the new slaves
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| I’m about to wild the fuck out
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| I’m going Bobby Boucher
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| I know that pussy ain’t free
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| You niggas pussy, ain’t me
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| Y’all throwing contracts at me You know that niggas can’t read
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| Throw on some Maybach keys
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| Fuck it, c’est la vie
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| I know that we the new slaves
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| Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me
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| Y’all niggas can’t fuck with Ye
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| Y’all niggas can’t fuck with Ye
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| I’ll move my family out the country
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| So you can’t see where I stay
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| So go and grab the reporters
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| So I can smash their recorders
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| See they’ll confuse us with some bullshit like the New World Order
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| Meanwhile the DEA
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| Teamed up with the CCA
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| They tryna lock niggas up They tryna make new slaves
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| See that’s that private owned prison
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| Get your piece today
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| They Probably all in the Hamptons
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| Braggin''bout their maid
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| Fuck you and your Hampton house
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| I’ll fuck your Hampton spouse
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| Came on her Hampton blouse
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| And in her Hampton mouth
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| Y’all 'bout to turn shit up
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| I’m 'bout to tear shit down
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| I’m 'bout to air shit out
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| Now what the fuck they gon’say now? |