[Intro: Sample]
If there's many different definitions to the word n***a we're gonna go through a few of 'em
'Cause he's sitting down with a suit on reading a paper... that is anti n***a-like when you think of what a so-called n***a is supposed to be

[Verse]
Pussy n***as with a bad PH balance
And every city, state, province used to tell my n***as "Stay safe" now it's "Stay violent"
Keep your pistol tucked, when it's up it's stuck
It ain't no more fisticuffs
Flashing digits and insta pictures attracting n***as who don't get enough
But you get it bruh, what's understood needs no explaining
The jig is up, the bread you hold to head and [?] couldn't give you this signal once
This a different one, don't let 'em big you up and think that you Christopher you ain't spittin' none
Shift the crust like when KRS said the bridge was done
Nah I get it bruh, I promise I do n***a
Broke and mad at the world I used to be just like you n***a
The difference between us two, is when I was I knew n***a
So I got the fuck off my back and made it back this is true n***a
This motherfucker was Bell Biv Devoe, but it's a New Edition
More of these will send Dorothy home like the bitch had her slippers clicking
All my n***as fit descriptions but none of us pen and pencil clickin' You talk about what you gonna do and wanna do, all you n***as snitches
Not writing shit for white kids so they can chant and yell "N***a" at me
Not writing shit for recognition from the bitches that Twitter at me
Not writing shit for ambiguous wiggers that tend to wear our skin as fashion
But if you do, then that's cool, but you a fool and you thinkin' backwards
But I get it, n***a, go get your check
Go spend it to get your shimmering neck
The matching set with the bust down watch that's worth a ten at best
I'm proud of you my n***a I swear I am
A thousand of you and we could change the plan but you'd rather the youth to take fake xans
The fictional bag these rappers rap about, it don't exist
The only thing guaranteed at the end of the month, is owing rent
Last time I checked the score you was 0-6
Give 'em codes, and then I rolled the spliff, they can't decode my script or figure who wrote this shit
Nah I get it bruh, I promise I do n***a
Broke and mad at the world I used to be just like you n***a
The difference between us two, is when I was I knew n***a
So I got the fuck off my back and made it back this is true n***a
Nah I get it ni-
Nah I get it n***a
I get it lil n***a
I used to be just like you baby
Broke and mad at the world n***a
Mad at anything and everything but me
For my own problems
Not fuckin' no bitches
Layin' on my back
Ready to give up on life
Nah lil n***a, I swear I get it lil n***a I get it
[Outro: Sample from Chappelle’s Show]
Hide the money y'all! There's poor people 'round! Hahahaha!
With ya broke ass!