[Verse 1]With all due respectI don't have pity for you black niggas, that's the way I feelScreamin', "Black Lives Matter"All the black guys'd rather be deadbeats than pay your billsYellin', "Nigga," this, and, "Nigga," thatCall everybody, "Nigga," and get a nigga madAs soon as I say, "Nigga," then everyone reactAnd wanna swing at me and call me racist 'cause I ain't blackWell pound that, thenTalkin' 'bout slavery like you was around back thenLike you was pickin' cotton off the fuckin' ground back thenLike you was on the plantation gettin' down back thenAight, lookI see a black man aimin' his gunBut I'd rather see a black man claimin' his sonAnd I don't mean just for one day and you done, I meanYou still trapped in a rutAnd I work my ass off and pay my taxes for what?So you can keep livin' on free government assistance?Food stamps for your children, but you still tryna sell 'emFor some weed and some liquor or a fuckin' babysitter?While you party on the road 'cause you ain't got no fuckin' goals?You already lateYou motherfuckers need to get your damn priorities straight, waitIt's like you're proud to be fakeBut you lazy as fuckAnd you'd rather sell drugs than get a job and be straightAnd then you turn around and complain about the poverty rate? Fuck outta my faceYou can't escape problemsYou can pray for some change, but can't break a dollarGot nobody else to blame, so you blame Donald"They fuck the world with a Make America Great condom"My voice been backI'm not racist, my sister's boyfriend's blackI'm not racist, my sister-in-law's baby cousin Tracy got a brother and his girlfriend's blackMy head's in the cloudHeard there's not enough jobs for all the men in your houseMaybe we should build a wall to keep the Mexicans outOr maybe we should send 'em all to the ghetto for nowI'm not racist, and I never lieBut I think there's a disconnect between your culture and mineI worship the Einsteins, study the Steve JobsBut you ride 2Pac's dick like he was a fuckin' god, oh my GodAnd all you care about is rappin' and stuntin' and bein ratchet, and that's the nigga within youMusic rottin' your brain and slowly start to convince youThen you let your kids listen and then the cycle continuesBlame it all on the menu, blame it on those drinksBlame it on everybody except for your own raceBlame it on white privileges, blame it on white kidsAnd just blame it on white citizens, aim at the vice presidentBunch of class clownsNiggas kneelin' on the field, that's a flag downHow dare you try to make demands for this money?You gon' show us some respect, you gon' stand for this country, niggerI'm not racist, I'm just prepared for this type of warI heard Eminem's rap at the awards, who's he fightin' for?Y'all can take that motherfucker too, he ain't white no moreIt's like you wanna be so famousYou'll do anything for attention and a little paymentI can't take you nowhere without people pointin' fingersPants hangin' off your ass, you ain't got no home trainin'?Pull your fuckin' pants up, niggaPut that suit back on, take that durag offTake that gold out your mouth, quit the pitiful stuffAnd then maybe police'd stop killin' you fucks, yo, what the fuck?I'm not racistIt's like we're livin' in the same building, but split into two floorsI'm not racistBut there's two sides to every story, I wish that I knew yoursI wish that I knew yoursI'm not racist, I swear[Verse 2]With all disrespectI don't really like you white motherfuckers, that's just where I'm atScreaming, "All Lives Matter," is a protest to my protest, what kind of shit is that?And that's one war you'll never winThe power in the word, "Nigga," is a different sinWe shouldn't say it, but we do, and that's just what it isBut that don't mean that you can say it just 'cause you got nigga friendsNiggaThat word was originated for you to keep us underAnd when we use it, we know that's just how we greet each otherAnd when you use it, we know there's a double meaning underAnd even if I wasn't picking cotton physicallyThat don't mean I'm not affected by the historyMy grandmama was a slave, that shit gets to meAnd you ain't got no motherfuckin' sympathy, you pussy niggaI'm sorry, you can never feel my lifeTryna have faith, but I never felt alrightIt's hard to elevate when this country's ran by whitesJudging me by my skin color and my blacknessTryna find a job but ain't nobody call me back yetNow I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinetYou crackers ain't slick, this is all a part of your tacticsDon't talk about no motherfuckin' taxesWhen I ain't making no doughYou think you know everything, but you don'tYou wanna copy our slang and everything that we knowTry to steal black culture and then make it your own, woahFuck, I'm exhaustedI can't even drive without the cops tryna start shitI'm tired of the systematic racism bullshitAll you do is false shit, this the shit that I'm forced withAnd you don't know shit about my people, that's what bothers youYou don't know about no fried chicken or no barbecueYou don't know about the two-step or no loose changeYou don't know about no 2 Chainz or no Kool-Aid, you don't knowAnd even though Barack was half as blackYou hated President Obama, I know that's a factYou couldn't wait to get him out and put a cracker backAnd then you gave us Donald Trump and now it's payback for thatI'm not racist, I never liedBut I know there's a disconnect between your culture and minesYeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin' godHe was fighting for his life way before he fuckin' died, nigga, die, niggaAnd all you care about is money and power and being ugly and that's the cracker within youHatred all in your brain, it slowly start to convince youAnd then you teach it to your children until the cycle continueBlame it on Puerto Rico, blame it on OJBlame it on everybody except for your own raceBlame it on black niggas and blame it on black citizensAim at the black businesses, I ain't saying I'm innocent, butI might be any day nowTreatin' everybody how you want and any way howI swear North Korea 'bout to bomb us any day nowAnd now I'm duckin' every time I hear a fuckin' plane now, shitYou know I make a lot of sense, but you just can't admit itWhen Eminem went against Trump, that was the illest'Cause even though he's white, he let us know he standin' with usI'm not racist, but I cry a lotYou don't know what it's like to be in a frying potYou don't know what it's like to mind your businessAnd get stopped by the cops and not know if you 'bout to die or notYou worry 'bout your life, so you take mineI love you, but I fuckin' hate you at the same timeI wish we could trade shoes or we could change livesSo we could understand each other more, but that'd take timeI'm not racistIt's like we livin' in the same building, but split into both sidesI'm not racistBut there's two sides to every story and now you know mine[Outro]Can't erase the scars with a bandageI'm hopin' maybe we can come to an understandin'Agree to disagree, we could have an understandin'I'm not racist
