K.I.N.G

[Produced by IfeFinch] [Verse 1 : Astro] Niggas niggas niggas, its time to listen up Take off your rented leather Put down your white cups Hop out your lambos Take off them fake chains We on TV like we ain't got no brain See modern day hip hop? Is coons and thick thots That club tempo records got us moving like robots Turn up turn up Hit a nigga with a burna If it don’t involve cash Then it really don’t concern us We diss dark skin women for anything whiter Solange at hove we mad cos he diddn’t fight her Some niggas only talk proper when they ‘bout to fight ya And we got pimps that’s known like Mona Scott Find hoes give ‘em TV shows collect O’s Slow the moolie down get the moolah faster Nigga was the first slave and the first master [Hook] Damn… I feel bad for my nigga Try to change, get no help from half of my niggas Sometimes I gotta sit back and laugh at my nigga Like ‘haha-haha-haha-ha-ha-ha-haaa Damn… I feel bad for my nigga Some niggas exploit to get cash from my nigga Sometimes I gotta sit back and laugh at my nigga Like ‘haha-haha-haha-ha-ha-ha-haaa Verse 2 : [Bishop Nehru] Stro told you we were the first slave and the first master We were only the slave, cos the melanin that we have Can protect us from the wrath of the sun, no pun We don't need for shade or UV sprays Just to protect from the rays that the beamer feed us Since a fetus its been, key to us So that's reason for keeping us, out late While its blazing, while they in the shade They awaiting' the payment Soon to be weighed in and traded Its crazy Cos now we've been trained into trading ourselves And sell for cell phones and wealth no health in pocket (But I got the new I phone 6, dude its sick it takes way greater flicks) But your, grammar is shit (Dam, stop hatin' bish!, Bishop the Bish, son always complainin') Nah, i'm just tryin' save all our slaves again [Hook] [Verse 3 : Astro] Yo, Niggeros! How you figure those figure rolls set you free? You run the corner till your man said 'excuse me' I gotta build some shit We gotta steal some shit Or kill just to feel legit Its only fourteen percent of us or maybe even less The police check us, put a bullet in your chest Life's a board game and we always losers Nuts, how blacks always spend their cash on shoes Shawtys posing bow legged in pictures Callin' their best friends bitches Niggas dress like they got riches Its ridiculous How they ridicule us in every way Dont get a dollar off the luxury for what you pay Every day bodies drop Niggas wanna hashtag Brainwash, shower cap Niggas wanna flashgrab Its a shame, cos Niggas hear everything i'm sayin' But still, nothings gonna change ...Niggas