[Intro: Stokely Carmichael]

The philosophers Camus and Sartre raise the question whether or not a man can condemn himself. The black existentialist philosopher who is pragmatic, Frantz Fanon, answered the question. He said that man could not. Camus and Sartre was not. We in SNCC tend to agree with Camus and Sartre that a man cannot condemn himself. Were he to condemn himself, he would then have to inflict punishment upon himself

[Verse 1]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, world keeps turning it's back to

Backseat burning, we sure in a bad mood

Rad little black boys, baggin' a black coupe

Crash that shit, don't matter what mans do

The world ending when your melanin hurts everything that you do

And you're desperate for a representation

So fuck it, I'ma still be a villain, might build me a village

Might kill me a nigga if he look to me like I just insulted his old girl

Jealousy gon' make you niggas talk to the whole world

Empathy is something I ain't having with you bastards

Since the past and if I think of going back then I'm gon' hurl

It be like that, it be like that, you knew that

If he might snap then we might snap, you knew that

I be right back, then be right back tomorrow

To rewrite facts and we might, might, might just

Walk up in the jeweler, spend my last on a gold chain

Break up with my shorty and go back to my old flame

Relish all my bad decision-making with Co*****

And say that people hate me for the fact that I know slang

I don't give a fuck about my actions, that's on gang

Pants sag, bandana flaggin' and gold fangs

You terrified of me but I can't hand you the whole blame

The media done told you who I am and it won't change

(Won't change, won't change, won't change, won't change, won't change, won't change, won't change)

Everybody want to be a nigga 'til they Kaepernick don't play

Scrambling to put they shit together like Soul-Train

(Those days, those days, those days, those days)

Told me I could live without a bicker or a frown

(Those days, those days, those days, those days)

Told me I could live to be a king, I'm just a nigga with a crown

[Beat switch]

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, alright

Yeah, alright, alright

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

I been on my king shit (King shit)

I'm finna buy three whips

I'm finna talk shit and I'm finna be loud

And I'm finna fly G6 (G6)

With a bustdown Jesus piece but please don't think I'm preaching

You cross me once and I don't need no reason

Goddamn (Goddamn)

[Interlude]

Yeah, nigga

You know what the fuck it is, nigga (Bitch)

I'm a nigga with a crown, nigga (Fuck that shit, nigga, youknow what I'm saying?)

[Verse 3]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Margiela madness

I need two M's when I go crazy so y'all better have it

I need niggas thinking I sell dope when that top hit the backend

And I'm anonymous with my competition, that's all been established

Status keep updating, keep complaining

Keep coming up with these dumb statements

These fuck niggas see us making heat

Coming up must be frustrating

When a nigga future brighter than yours

It make you violent, or

Act like it's the fall of Earth and

I am the leviathan, sure

Niggas always tryna get more

Tryna do me dirty and down low

But I'ma still be great until I step into the ground, ho

Nigga with a crown but I still got a crown, though

No threat (No threat, bitch)

Yeah