[Verse: Quentin Branch & Brian Warren]

ANGRY BLACKMEN and we shutting down they program

Gary on them beats like we cooking pounds of smoked ham

Flow air, patching up my rhymes like a band-aid

Saying what I want, fuck a white liberal fanbase

Slit you in your damn face, economic pundit space

Black and white men stealing shit out the same place

Talk about a damn race, the marathon is running shit

Gassing niggas up, bout to put they ass on punishment

I'm plotting on some other shit, mo'fuck the government

Publish it, record it, then I send it to my publicist

80's villain, Russian shit, got hands like I'm Drago

Beating instrumentals like Ivan did Apollo

Creed beat a bigot to his knees, fighting demons in his sleep

All he tryna do is eat, certain thoughts is on repeat

Back in elementary, beat this bully off his feet

Slammed his head against my knee, paint the picture vividly

Swear this shit is tough for me, Covid got me panickin

Economic hardships got a nigga scrambling

I'm channeling my dark side, strong like I'm Anakin

Pressure hitting hard cuz ain't nobody answering

It's damaging, the system canceling, we cannot manage it

But ANGRY BLACKMEN beat the odds, fuck a 9 to 5 job

I got dreams to fulfill, manifest into the stars

I been tending to my wounds, try and cover up my scars

This is how the story starts, got the passion in my heart

Concoct a master plan, making money off of bars

This was back in '16, Frank Ocean dropped "Blond"

Now we spitting 16s and we formed a tight bond