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Dame D.O.L.L.A.
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As a brotha with a good heart, I say "f*ck you," if you racist Or white, stayin' quiet, you disablin' the changes And f*ck bein' famous, tired of watchin' us complainin' Cops kill a brother, get released after arraignments We in a pandemic, thought gettin' out, there'd be more joy Watch the cop, knee to the neck and kill George Floyd They hide behind the badge, we get to postin', it never last Like was we ever mad? Speed up the process and do the dash, uh Showin' up at every establishment, breakin' glass Takin' all they high-end products and makin' cash We in our bag, they gettin' mad, gotta attack the D.O.L.L.A Break they ass off proper, hit, dawgs holler As a rich black man livin' in this country, it's hard bein' comfy When the hate your people get is comin' from the ones amongst me Used to call us monkeys and slaves and we overcame Still, our work is just beginnin', protests look like parades And if a teammate of mine do underage I'ma snitch, me and you ain't a fit I ain't gon' sit or convince myself that I'm bein' loyal or mad at you So why these good cops won't speak on the bad apples? How the President get on the TV and be mad casual, like "If you lootin', we shootin'," like it's a game? Dude a clown and a trust fund baby, he numb to pain Never had it hard, came into office, unpatched the scars Let the racist people tell us we really ain't make it far I feel the tension risin', 1950, how we divided And I ain't even trippin' on how the season decided Racism pandemic is years ahead of the virus Really mean it, but they gon' try to play us as tyrants, look Ali wasn't the greatest just 'cause his hands work Front line for his people, this was a man's work Before he let the black people down, he let the fans hurt So if the stars is aligned, that mean it can work Don't need approval, I always been doin' God's work Even before I was in a Bentley like Fonzworth Make me sick to my stomach to see these moms hurt Tommy Smith, fists in the air, that's what our bond worth Support black businesses, gotta fight evil We love ourselves, we don't hate white people We just strivin' for equality, acknowledge me Don't just kill me for chillin' when in my property Got some shit on my mind and I'm feelin' helpless 'Cause we need help from people who ain't dealt with The kinda shit we experience or we felt When the country turned on Kaepernick after he knelt-ed All the shit we endured and we still playin' fair That black skin really thicker than some Jamaican hair Our culture beautiful, battle-tested and tough, we had enough So you either come with some change or it's gon' be rough Period And as a brotha with a good heart, I say "f*ck you," if you racist Or white, stayin' quiet, you disablin' the changes And f*ck bein' famous, tired of watchin' us complainin' Cops kill a brother, get released after arraignments, pshh
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