* your flag bitch
Bitch
* your flag, bitch!
* your flag...
* your, * your flag, bitch!
Bitch, I feel like Nat Turner
Bitch, I feel like Malcolm X
Bitch, I feel like Huey P
All I want is my respect
I ain't got no more patience left
Load the chopper, take a breath
Anybody that got hate for us
I hope they hate to death
My ancestors were slaves
Flesh they flipping over their graves
Knowing they fought for us and we * up
We so stuck in these ways Where the proud kids from Jace
Stare to check in their graves Confederate flag gon' wave
Like it's all gay,
gay,
gay If the South were the one that won
Ain't no telling when we be free They say
it's the battle flag that represents the South
But that bitch don't represent me See,
my brothers really need to wake up
Willie Lynch done made us,
hate us My sisters forgot they beautiful
Every day they putting on makeup It's a deeply rooted illness
Politics in these government buildings Don't
give a * about none of our children's
* they flag and they motherfucking feelings If it's war time,
then bring it
If it's war time,
then bring it If I stand for it,
I die for it
On everything I'm eating, yes * your flag...
* your, * your flag, bitch!
* your flag...
* your, * your flag, bitch!
* your flag...
* your,
* your flag,
bitch! * your flag...
* your, * your flag, bitch!
They don't want the real no more We
ain't no slaves in the field no more
Still enslaved from the fame plus more It's embedded
in our brain all the way to the core We poor,
still rock a chain so raw
Whip gay porn, how the * you pay for it?
Cops pull us over, then they bang with the four
Cause they claim we don't know a damn thing,
mother love Drone ass man,
don't call me boss
That * wanna squad up and start a race war All my niggas got hate,
good lord
If it's hate in your blood,
then it's hate we pour * you mean,
my nigga?
What you sayin', my nigga?
Look at my team,
my nigga We ain't even playin',
my nigga Blocker,
blocker,
nigga,
blocker,
blocker * talkin' practice,
our blood was backin' Shots to fire,
I'm Martha Hood No catfished,
this * catastrophic King Z,
not King Arthur King Tutton,
no,
he the Martin King Kong ain't got * on me
till my last breath I breathe harder Ass man,
I got bad habits I split your wig,
still smell it like bad cabbage
* your flag,
* your * your flag, bitch