Nerd Niggas

Bitch, I sell dope [8x] Everybody wanna be a nigga till the cops come Reaching for your wallet, hear a shot rung, run Rockin long john's out this ice cold This momma need a new crib, dice roll, whoa Maybe I stress up out it too much, I guess It only manifest when you say it in passing Why I only wanted 40 acres and an Aston If the universe is yours in which you askin' for I ain't asking for much, all I want is some more Man I hate money cause its attached to survival All you hear in these raps now is "Get money" And I ain't tryin' to not survive, so what do I do Rhyme about the same shit, nigga get money 'less you know another way up out this paradigm Since I'm a man, I ain't clickin' on Ruby Hill The truth is stranger than fiction, it do be ill All you hear in these raps now, is who we kill Who we body, the new Bugatti, Illuminati If it's just you and them fuck boys, then who gon' stop me How you and them fuck boys gon' coup de grâce me I mean I put the rock in Rocky My verse is for my nerd niggas, no one for you zombies This that boom bap, killa, kill a coon rap You should rock a white tee that say "Why me?" You should, you should run yourself Buy a gun, get it over with, done yourself You afraid to be real, never been yourself So you rock a gold chain, and froze Bin Yousef Can't beat us, can't chill with us And you can't build with us, unless you Imhotep Yep, crime, we put the rock in Rocky My verse is for my nerd niggas, no one for you zombies Since this cool rap snatched out your brain It's been token blacks, everywhere House niggas throw rocks in glass house of pain I was broken glass, everywhere, yeah [Excerpt] We call each other brother, well what does that mean "Brother what's happenin'" "Nothin, man" "Brother, how you makin' it" "Steady fighting the man" That's the dialogue of a dead man Here we are, continually shooting each other down That's what the pigs want For us to keep ourselves divided Instead of seeing and doing what we can for the young brothers and sisters coming behind us We are here smothering each other Brothers killing brothers And this has got to stop It's only a matter of time before we go We go either, dying of pneumonia in some cold building Or dying of an overdose of shit or wine in the gutter Or they shoot us down in the street All that is immaterial If we have to die, then let it be so that the language of the young brothers and sisters coming behind us Can be the dialogue of living men You got to get up from sleep now, king Rise and shine, king, wake it up