Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 40 Acres , by - T.I.. Release date: 15.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
40 Acres |
| She done put her reparations in a handbag |
| He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag |
| A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag |
| Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag |
| Ain’t no leaders only leisure, only reapers, ain’t no sowers |
| They get higher, we get lower, damn it’s over |
| If racism ain’t in color then it’s damn sure in the class |
| Got the races on each other, you got niggas then there’s blacks |
| You got crackers then there’s whites, separated by the green |
| After five hundred years, think we play for the same team |
| Smokescreen, make the president the black guy |
| It ain’t no reason why you shouldn’t have success, right? |
| Forty acres and a Muller |
| I spent my reparations on the jeweler |
| I bought a timepiece, now ain’t no lookin' back |
| Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at |
| Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule |
| These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule |
| Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em |
| Word to Robert F. Williams, feel 'em |
| Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo |
| Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh |
| I don’t give a damn what the preacher ever tell y’all |
| Jesus, Muhammad, ain’t comin', woo |
| I’mma tell y’all what the ancestors shoulda done did when they seen the first |
| boat comin, yeah |
| Killed every man, child, woman, yeah |
| Killed every damn thing on it, yeah |
| Killed everything if it looked European |
| Send it back to the Queen like, ho |
| You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch we slit your throat |
| We send them funny fuck boy preacher types back to the Pope |
| Fuck is you? |
| Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa |
| This the school of Shaka Zulu |
| Fast forward to the future, choppa do you |
| We done dyin' and they cryin' and we screamin' hallelujah |
| When them crackas ask why say we did it for Lumumba, fucker |
| Forty acres and a Muller |
| I spent my reparations on the jeweler |
| I bought a timepiece, now ain’t no lookin' back |
| Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at |
| Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule |
| These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule |
| Load up my clip off a Zimmerman |
| Filling my pocket with Benjamins |
| Who the fuck are you? |
| I been a man |
| Them crackers see me «oh not him again» |
| Take your ass out the trap middle finger to Trump |
| Fuck the police, they crooked as they come |
| They pull you over and know you legit |
| Ask you for your license, when you reach then they dump |
| Now the prison yard like the cotton field |
| House nigga’s snitchin', that’s what got 'em killed |
| Nigga thought he made it cause he got a deal |
| First album suppo' been outta here |
| Not quite dude, back to selling blow |
| On some 24s I’mma send it here, learn to stay silent |
| Learn more on these streets then they did in they college |
| I’m certified, don’t murder guys |
| But my niggas still far from civilized |
| Kill for anything but civil rights be the murder case |
| Cause a nigga like, they heard it from the king, from the king |
| What you mean, bitch? |
| Trade my forty acres from my mule and my necklace, yeah |
| Forty acres and a Muller |
| I spent my reparations on the jeweler |
| I bought a timepiece, now ain’t no lookin' back |
| Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at |
| Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule |
| These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule |