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[Verse 1] |
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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 its 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 |
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Spending everything on Alexander Wang |
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New Slaves |
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[Hook] |
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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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[Verse 2] |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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? |
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[Outro: FAnnotaterank Ocean] |
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I can't get too high, get too high then |
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So long, so long, so long |
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Cannot find faith, [?] baby |
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I can't do it |
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I can't [?] another love and |
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I won't believe in the [?] |
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Think you can't get too high, get too high |
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Too high again |
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Too high |
