[Intro] Riley Freeman, 'The Boondocks'
Look, fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on, fuck them shoes, fuck those socks with the belt on it, fuck your **** accent, fuck them cheap-ass cigars, fuck your yuck-mouth teeth, fuck your hairpiece, fuck your chocolate, fuck Guy Ritchie, fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen. This is America. My president is black and my Lambo is blue, n***a. Now, get the fuck out my hotel room and if I see you in the street, I'm slapping the shit out of you

[Chorus]
Tellin' the truth
Lettin' it loose
My shit is as tight as a noose, g'damn
Bitch you confused
You ain't the new
Need you to show me the proof

[Verse 1]
Show me the proof
I need the facts
You bottle them up while you cap
N***a's been asking for features, and shit, and they
Wastin' my time, so I'm takin' it back
Flippin' the script on these n***a's
Turnin' the pages
This shit is outrageous
They're askin' me how much I'm makin'
From raisin' these kids to be great
Like I'm gon' throw these bills in they face
I got a shorty, she all in my phone
Askin' me when I'll come over
I told her to hold up, she said she gon' wait
This is my lucky day, like I found me a clover
Back with avengence I'm on [?] shit
So I been reckless, protectin' me head
Now I'm steppin' up on my defenses
I'm beating my chest, and I'm sending these n***as a message
I swear that I'm-
[Chorus]

Tellin' the truth
Lettin' it loose
My shit is as tight as a noose, g'damn
Bitch you confused
You ain't the new
Need you to show me the proof

[Verse 2]

If I tell the truth and I'm sending it through
When I step in the booth and your clout has been drownin'
Man that shit been waning like Bruce
Put a tie around your neck like a noose
And just hang up the ice
Hang up the sprite
Punch out the clock
Man you done for the night
All of my life I've put on to the lines
All of your life you've been off of them lines
I ain't ever
Slowed down for n***a's
My whole sound for n***a's
Who in the back of the [?]
Kickin' raps to they n***a's
They want to the power
Kickin' raps to these n***a's
They tryna' blow up like Galaxy Batteries
Samsung, stay with me
I'm a chief in this shit and I got the recipe
Catch a concussion if these n***a's go head to head with me
Pull up all black, got 'em lookin' in the sky
'Cause a n***a bring the thunder like I'm hoopin' in the Chesapeake
[Chorus]

Tellin' the truth
Lettin' it loose
My shit is as tight as a noose, g'damn
Bitch you confused
You ain't the new
Need you to show me the proof