One tilted hat

All black du-rag

My braids work back

My mind is on my racks

Thinking on my angles

Plotting out the sack

When I dance my chain jangles

The wind’s at my back

Raised to the beat

Glazed by the street where it’s crazy

And it’s deep, I sleep easy on my feet though

No doubt, its figures and its clout

And how you turn it out

We know what it’s about

Why this bling era vapor

Unite us under paper

Inciting fly behavior

These niggas ain’t your saviors

Man, they greedy and they shameless

Corny and they game’s bitch

Look how they rock the same shit

Rich and not creative

But we lay away off the playlist

That self-proclaiming gay shit

King’s move the crowd man, it’s all about the bangers

Sagging off the corner’s, dreaming with the burners

Black gangster families

They can kill us at the grammy’s

I’m amazed by the dazzle

Unphased by the tragic

I say love on the magic

Diamonds and oil

All these companies be their profits

The death star confetti

One long red carpet up to a supermarket

Off the self-medication.. a station

Bullshit.. but no relation

So it’s really no stopping

The system’s in the pocket

When real niggas in a cell, got

The devil stands to profit

So..

What we need now is change!

It’s time for us niggas to be about change

Dip deep, nigga

What it do now? I’m due some change

When they catch your style you know it’s time to change