[Intro]

Damn

Forgot to do something

The fuck was it

Talked about the trust fund kids, black sins, cops

Fake Starbucks activist motherfuckers, (did I say it?)

Yo, did I diss- did I say fuck Eminem?

I said fuck Eminem

Damn, what'd I forget to do?

Oh yeah, it ain't over motherfuckers

I hate you motherfuckers, I hate you motherfuckers

I hate you motherfuckers, I hate you motherfuckers

I hate you motherfuckers

Niggas wanna be gods

I'm in it

Yes, one time for the little line baby girl

I'm in that thing like what

[Verse 1]

R.I.P. to my Haitians out in the D.R

Tryin' to live they life gettin' killed by fucking Latinas

If it was up to me, I'd end they fuckin' history

Deport 'em if they got no papers, oof, the irony

But see, this shit was never new to me

Warned you niggas about that black-brown unity

This racism shit is too deep for any philosophy

I don't know why you dumb crackers had a monopoly

I don't know why y'all fraternizin' with enemies

Don't know they race so them fuckboys pretend to be

Anything they wanna be

Got some fuckin wannabes

Zoe Saldana and Sammy Sosa, y'all extra weak

Black to the core bitch my skin on extra fleek

Y'all been piggy-backin' off of niggas since slavery

But that shit stops here I rose to the pulpit

And brought extra bullets for that "Hola papi" bullshit

[Chorus]

I swear on James Brown if you try me

Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee, yuh, huh

I said I swear on James Brown if you try me

Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee

Uh, us

[Break]

516, 718

Yeah, and everything in between

One time, I hold nothin' back nigga, check it

[Verse 2]

Before I get to the business

I ain't spit a punchline since Christmas

Amazon guns get clipped with the quickness

Ya must want death on your wishlist, bumboclaat

This that headshot, close proxy

Gotta question for you bitches in the hot seat

What would G.G. Allin do? Let's dig up the body

Put that cracker on his knees and let him pray to my shotty

This is, young thotty, Benghazi, I catch bodies

No leader mask gone somebody stop me

The real Marxist harmonist, I'm a nobody

Black Jesus, dark Caesar, I rep commies

I wish a fuckin officer would try to run up on me

Second amendment, bitch I got the Glock on me

Hot steppin', who's fuckin' with the young Devon?

Send yo' ass to heaven and go to 7-Eleven

[Chorus]

I swear on James Brown, if you try me

Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee

I swear on James Brown if you try me

Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee, huh! Uh, huh

[Break]

Uh! Red, Spike, rock, yah

Set 'em up, set 'em up!

Saucy, nigga, yo

[Verse 3]

Niggas be talking 'bout what they wanna do to the prophet

Bitch stop it, I'm John Hopkins, I close coffins

Straight stalkin', I get to walkin', your purse is fallin'

The fellas marchin'

Tryin' your best to be cautious

This is coins over paper, I'll pay the bill for your wake

I kill a coppa and bake 'em and ship 'em off to Jamaica

Brake a dread with the vapor, I never been in the paper

But when I do, City of God, Zé in the makin'

Bitch, no, I never trust a preacher or a rabbi

Compress me or check me bitch I'm a motherfuckin' landmine

Young black landline, password is these cans flyin'

All up in your cubicle, bitch I work on my own time

Kill a cop for full time and take him out as old time

I don't give a fuck about a nigga talkin' gun rhymes

Peg more than showtime, I spit fuckin' coke lines

Flash a nigga to blam him and make him give me a cosign, nigga