Aim at the black businesses, I ain’t saying I’m innocent, but
You ain’t know about the two-step, or no loose change
Blame it on everybody except for your own race
And get stopped by the cops and not know if you bout to die or not
So you can keep livin’ off free government assistance?
Judging me by my skincolor and my blackness
And even if I wasn’t picking cotton physically
You gon’ show us some respect, you gon’ stand for this country, nigg-er!
It’s like you’re proud to be fake
It’s hard to elevate when this country’s ran by whites
Blame it on Puerto Rico, blame it on O.J
You crackers ain’t slick, this is all a part of your tactics
I’m hoping maybe we can come to an understanding
You couldn’t wait to get him out, and put a cracker back
I love you, but I fuckin’ hate you at the same time
Blame it on black niggas and blame it on black citizens
Heard there’s not enough jobs for all the men in your house
While you party on the road ’cause you ain’t got no fuckin’ goals
Yellin’ "Nigga, this" and "Nigga, that"
I’m not racist
Yo, what the fuck!?
You already late; you motherfuckas needa get your damn priorities straight, way
You ain’t know about no fried chicken and no barbeque
Screaming "All Lives Matter" is a protest to my protest, what kind of shit is that?
As soon as I say "Nigga," then everyone react
How dare you try to make demands for this money?
My head’s in the cloud
Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin’ god; he was fighting for his life right before he fuckin’ died, nigga die, nigga!
You can’t escape problems
I worship the Einsteins, study the Steve Jobs, but you ride 2Pac’s dick like he was a fuckin’ god, oh my god!
I’m sorry you can never feel my life
And I don’t mean just for one day and you done, I mean
"They fuck the world with a Make America Great condom"
All you do is false shit, this the shit that I’m falsed with
You still trapped in a rut
You know I make a lot of sense, but you just can’t admit it
But that don’t mean that you can say it just ’cause you got nigga friends
And when we use it we know that’s just how we greet each other
I’m not racist, it’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’, but splittin’ the both sides
And even though Barack was half as black, you hated president Obama, I know that’s a fact
Pants hangin’ off your ass, you ain’t got no home-trainin’
You ain’t know about no 2Chainz or no kool-aid, you don’t know!
It’s like you wanna be so famous, you’ll do anything for attention and a little payment
But you lazy as fuck and you’d rather sell drugs than get a job and be straight
Tryna steal black culture and then make it your own, whoa
That don’t mean I’m not affected by the history
Maybe we should build a wall to keep the Mexicans out
Niggas kneelin’ on the field, that’s a flag down
We shouldn’t say it but we do, and that shit’s what it is
Food stamps for your children, but you’re still tryna sell ’em for some weed and some liquor or a fuckin’ babysitter
I’m not racist, but there’s two sides to every story—I wish that I knew yours
Put that suit back on!
And I never lie, but I think there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
You don’t know what it’s like to be in a frying pot
You wanna copy our slang and everything that we know
My voice been back
Y’all can take that motherfucker too, he ain’t white no more
I’m not racist, it’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but split into two floors
And you ain’t got no motherfucking sympathy, you pussy nigga!
Fuck outta my face! And then you turn around and complain about the poverty rate?
Hatred all in your brain, it slowly start to convince you
I wish that I knew yours
You worry bout your life, so you take mine
With all due respect, I don’t have pity for you black niggas, that’s the way I feel
Put your fuckin’ pants up, nigga!
I can’t take you nowhere without people pointin’ fingers
Blame it all on the menu, blame it on those drinks, blame it on everybody except for your own race
I’m not racist, I’m just prepared for this type of war
Don’t talk about no motherfucking taxes, when I ain’t making no dough
Nigga, that word was originated for you to keep us under
Agreed or disagreed, we could have an understanding
And all you care about is rappin’ and stuntin’ and bein ratchet, and that’s the nigga within you
And you don’t know shit about my people, that’s what bothers you
Screamin’ "Black Lives Matter," all the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills
I’m not racist, but I cry a lot
You think you know everything, but you don’t
Got nobody else to blame, so you blame Donald
Fuck, I’m exhausted, I can’t even drive without the cops tryna start shit
I swear North Korea bout to bomb us any day now
With all disrespect, I don’t really like you white motherfuckers, that’s just where I’m at
But I’d rather see a black man claimin’ his son
Like you was on the plantation gettin’ down back then
And then you teach it to your children until the cycle continue
Blame it on white privileges, blame it on white kids, and just blame it on white citizens—same with the vice president
So we could understand each other more, but that’d take time
My grandmomma was a slave, that shit gets to me
I’m not racist, I never lied, but I know there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
Or maybe we should send ’em all to the ghetto for now; I’m not racist
I work my ass off and I pay my taxes for what?
I’m not racist, my sister’s boyfriend’s black
I heard Eminem’s rap at the awards, who’s he fightin’ for?
I see a black man aimin’ his gun
And then you gave us Donald Trump, and now it’s pay back for that
You don’t know what it’s like to mind your business
And now I’m duckin’ everytime I hear a fuckin’ plane now, shit
I might be any day now, treatin’ everybody how you want and any way how
And all you care about is money and power and being ugly and that’s the cracker within you
And when you use it we know there’s a double meaning under
When Eminem went against Trump, that was the illest
You can pray for some change but can’t break a dollar
Take that do-rag off!
Well pound that then, talkin’ about slavery like you was around back then
I’m not racist, but there’s two sides to every story and now you know mine
And that’s one war you’ll never win
Can’t erase the scars with a bandage
I’m not racist, my sister-in-law’s baby cousin Tracy got a brother and his girlfriend’s black
The power in the word "Nigga" is a different sin
I’m not racist, I swear
Take that gold out your mouth!
Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
Tryna find a job but ain’t nobody call me back yet
Quit the pitiful stuff and then maybe police would stop killin’ ya, fuck!
Music rotting your brain and slowly start to convince you, then you let your kids listen and then the cycle continues
And wanna swing at me and call me racist ’cause I ain’t black
I’m tired of the systematic racism bullshit
I wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives
Like you was pickin’ cotton off the fuckin’ ground back then
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
Call everybody "Nigga" and get a nigga mad
Bunch of class clowns
Cause even though he’s white he let us know he standin’ with us