[Intro]Know what it's like to be half niggaTo be half nigga, to be half niggaYeahJoynerJoyner[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]Know what it's like to be half nigga, just a half nigga (yeah)My white Mom fell in love with a black nigga (damn)Just a black niggaA white lady with a colored kidI don't even understand what my color isWhat my color is (what my color is)Black, White, Brown, and some other shitHomie say you ain't allowed with usI don't even want you hanging out with us (nah)And quit trying to act like you proud of usIf we were slaves back then, you'd be a house niggaA house nigga (a house nigga)Wow nigga, know what I hate the mostA bunch of cartoons with some racist quotesAnd subliminal messages and racist jokesKinda funny how the money not ours (money not ours)Yeah the money not oursAll the white motherfuckers got power (damn)While the black motherfuckers got talentTrying to get respect that'll never be valid (never be valid)Never be validEven if you had level 3 clearance (yeah)Even if you had Hillary's parents (yeah)Even if you were a rap star (rap star)Even if you had 10 cars andEven if you had a Red Porsche and a 747 with 10 floors and the best whoresEven if you were a ball player, playing for the ClippersJust imagine how you would feel if you were Doc RiversWith a boss like the racist motherfucker Donald SterlingI've been in and out of feelings, how sad is it (how sad is it shit)Yeah how bad is it, when your boss got billions of cash and shitAnd you stuck at the bottom you ain't half as richFighting to be equal in the battle withAnother race in this land full of happinessAnother day trying to race to establish thisAnother way, gotta wait for an activist to come say how we feelAin't that some shh.. (ain't that some shit) ain't that some shitBut meanwhile I got morals to stand up forCan't cause I got a daughter to man up forGotta bite my tongue (gotta bite my tongue)While the life is young if you a black entertainer it'd be niceTo run this shit, but you not shit till the fight is doneAnd that's just with the icing on the cakeIf we didn't break, we'd be twice as strong (twice as strong)But now it's twice as hardTo be a half nigga living in this life of darknessAll the black kids looking at me like I'm awkwardCause I'm too light to be on one side of the streetsNow I play both parts, like hide and go seekMalcolm X gave hope of getting out of the streetsAnd Rosa Parks was never getting out of her seatI guess we here for life (here for life)And I heard Mr. Sterling got banned for life, from the NBAAnd He can sell the teamIf that don't take away the heat from his self esteemWe in a helpless scene and a helpless timeWith no help, trying to help decide, if we in hell or a jailCan't yell or cry, can't scream or tellBut they can tell us lies nigga[Outro]Know what it's like to be half nigga (a half nigga)Just a half niggaMy white Mom fell in love with a black nigga(just a black nigga)Just a black niggaA white lady with a colored kidI don't even understand what my color isWhat my color is (what my color is)Black, White, Brown, and some other shitIt's kinda funny how the money not ours (money not ours)Yeah the money not oursAll the white motherfuckers got power (got power)While the black motherfuckers got talent (got talent)Trying to get respect that'll never be valid (never be valid)Never be valid, just a half nigga(a half nigga)Just a half nigga(a half nigga)(a half nigga)(a half nigga)(a half nigga)(a half nigga)(a half nigga)
