MANIFESTO

Lil white bitch gon say
'You need to say something about that'
'You need to say some bout black—'
Bitch suck my—
Yeah
Go Tom!

That aint in your religion, you just followin your mama
She followed your granny, she obey master
Did yall even ask her?
Questions, its holes in them stories
Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah Im bold with the message
I know I aint got the answer, but I aint gon cheerlead with yall, just to be a dancer
Ima groove to my own drums
Sunlight in my shadow, baby
Move til my soul comes
Let them serpents rattle, baby

Crackin light, broke porcelain, bitch
We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit
Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit
I had to reevaluate what was important and shit
Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind its madness
If I see peace, Im like a fiend, uh, gotta have it
Lord, cover me Im goin in, walls closin in
How Im supposed to be protected when the laws want us in?
Yall want us dead, just cause the skin is the black type
Teach me everything and be amazed I dont act right
What the ****?
Im tappin the matrix, Im back and they hated
Im black and make em pay me capital statements, you dig?
Word on my back, Im tryna fashion a statement
I aint no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin, you dig? (What?)
(Ongod, now)

I came a long way from my past, nigga, its obvious
V12 engine, Im fishtailing on some sloppy shit
Internet ringin, no lyrics up, like I hide this shit
Whats your address, I could probably send you a copy, bitch
I was cancelled before cancelled was with Twitter fingers
Protestin outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger
I was a teener, tweetin Selena
Crazy shit I didnt want to offend her
Apologize when I seen her
Back when I was tryna **** Bieber, Just-in
I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga (Say it with your chest, nigga)
Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this
Hit some protester, retweeted positive messages
Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace
Im probably a coon, and your standards based on this evidence
Am I doin enough or not doin enough?
Im tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoes in the mud
I feel like anything I say, dog, Im screwin shit up (Sorry)
So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want
Freedom, need em
My niggas, seen em
Free em
Dont **** with the law like, damn, Gina
So calm the **** down before we duck rounds
And fireballs that make your family have to duck the * *** down
We frontline, we got the mazel tov that we can chuck now
Cause anytime we movin up, its like a 'What the **** now'
They playin games
We strappin up, we cockin' aim (Yeah)
We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need
We done with pain and the grievin
Niggas is done with the peace
Whether its personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed
I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth
But Im a nigga like you, and yous a nigga like me
So lets be niggas together, and lets be niggas with plans
But put this plastic on first, cause shit is hittin the fan
Scott!

Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side
You know, with the T.I. lean
Yall fake mad
Catch up, niggas
Gettin yall identity, huh?
Gangsta Grillz!
Go get a ****in hobby
Shit
Aint nobody perfect
Well, at least yall aint, hah