[Verse 1: Astro]

Niggas niggas niggas, its time to listen up

Take off your rented leather

Put down your white cups

Hop out your lambos

Take off them fake chains

We on TV like we ain't got no brain

See modern day hip hop?

Is coons and thick thots

That club tempo records got us moving like robots

Turn up turn up

Hit a nigga with a burna

If it don’t involve cash

Then it really don’t concern us

We diss dark skin women for anything whiter

Solange at hove we mad 'cause he didn’t fight her

Some niggas only talk proper when they ‘bout to fight ya

And we got pimps that’s known like Mona Scott

Find hoes give ‘em TV shows collect O’s

Slow the moolie down get the moolah faster

Nigga was the first slave and the first master

[Hook]

Damn

I feel bad for my nigga

Try to change, get no help from half of my niggas

Sometimes I gotta sit back and laugh at my nigga

Like ‘haha-haha-haha-ha-ha-ha-haaa

Damn…

I feel bad for my nigga

Some niggas exploit to get cash from my nigga

Sometimes I gotta sit back and laugh at my nigga

Like ‘haha-haha-haha-ha-ha-ha-haaa

[Verse 2: Bishop Nehru]

Stro told you we were the first slave and the first master

We were only the slave, cos the melanin that we have

Can protect us from the wrath of the sun, no pun

We don't need for shade or UV sprays

Just to protect from the rays that the beamer feed us

Since a fetus its been, key to us

So that's reason for keeping us, out late

While its blazing, while they in the shade

They awaiting' the payment

Soon to be weighed in and traded

Its crazy

'Cause now we've been trained into trading ourselves

And sell for cell phones and wealth no health in pocket

(But I got the new I phone 6, dude its sick it takes way greater flicks)

But your, grammar is shit

(Dam, stop hatin' bish!, Bishop the Bish, son always complainin')

Nah, i'm just tryin' save all our slaves again

[Hook]

Damn

I feel bad for my nigga

Try to change, get no help from half of my niggas

Sometimes I gotta sit back and laugh at my nigga

Like ‘haha-haha-haha-ha-ha-ha-haaa

Damn…

I feel bad for my nigga

Some niggas exploit to get cash from my nigga

Sometimes I gotta sit back and laugh at my nigga

Like ‘haha-haha-haha-ha-ha-ha-haaa

[Verse 3: Astro]

Yo, Niggeros!

How you figure those figure rolls set you free?

You run the corner till your man said 'excuse me'

I gotta build some shit

We gotta steal some shit

Or kill just to feel legit

Its only fourteen percent of us or maybe even less

The police check us, put a bullet in your chest

Life's a board game and we always losers

Nuts, how blacks always spend their cash on shoes

Shawtys posing bow legged in pictures

Callin' their best friends bitches

Niggas dress like they got riches

Its ridiculous

How they ridicule us in every way

Dont get a dollar off the luxury for what you pay

Every day bodies drop

Niggas wanna hashtag

Brainwash, shower cap

Niggas wanna flashgrab

Its a shame, cos Niggas hear everything i'm sayin'

But still, nothings gonna change

...Niggas