[Verse 1: Bob]
I’m black with a capital black
Tell these brand new bitches need to watch their backs
Cause I don’t play games when it come to my money
Yeah I be telling jokes but ain’t a damn thing funny

Nickname Fagatron, are you ready to gagatron
Pussy got you walking funny, it’s a weapon
Make my sure hair is on before I carry on
And got the game locked tighter than the pentagon

[Hook: Bob]
Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga
If I'm on the track it's guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit
Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit, bitch

Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga
If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a bangеr
Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit
Music for my people and you ain't gotta likе shit

[Verse 2: BASIT]
Ease on down to the ground, drop it low
Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul
Black and proud everywhere that we go
Say it loud, let them haters know
My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (Grows to the sky)
Gravity we defy
Ass clapback like a counterattack
Feels so good to be black
[Verse 3: Bob]
'Cause I'm a real black bitch
I'm on the attack, bitch
Ain't no lazy motherfuckers 'cause we pickin' up the slack, bitch
Get your black ass to the front of the class
If Rosa Parks could see you now, she'd be beatin' that ass
We workin' twice as hard, taking half the pay
Multiply by 2 if you black and gay
Keep up because I know it's hard to understand
But multiply by 10 if you black and trans

Because this Mary is a Mac, and I'm sick of wearing black
Keep dodging silver bullets, 'cause they coming for my back
Bah bah black sheep thicker than a snicker
Said I'd never get a BBL, I think I'll reconsider

[Hook]
Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga
If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit
Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit, bitch

Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga
If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit
Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit
[Verse 4: Ocean Kelly]
Yeah
Black as fuck, no I won't never deny it
You bitches missing the flavor, and I'll forever supply it
I'm talking Lawry seasoning in my mac and cheese
I got Jamaican n***as serving you rice and peas (Yeah, yeah)
Whether it's afropuffs or it's a curly occasion
He want a country little n***a
He know it's juicy and cajun
And it'll turn to gymnastics soon as I hop on the dick
Give him the back handspring and then I lickety split

Back-back-back to the subject at hand
We wasn't part of the plan
That's why my n***as want reparations, so how is you paying?
I don't need February to tell me I'm necessary
'Cause soon I'm gone pop, no Britney Spears or no Katy Perry
See, they overanalyzing and they over-criticizing
The way that they tantalizing is honestly not surprising
'Cause me and my people got generations demolished by triggers
Hand on my holster, 'cause my blackness is power, my n***as
(My n***as, my n***as)

[Outro: BASIT]
Ease on down to the ground, drop it low
Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul
Black and proud everywhere that we go
Say it loud, let them haters know
My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (Feels so good to be)
Gravity we defy (Feels so good to be)
Ass clapback like a counterattack (Feels so good to be)
Feels so good to be black