I Used To Be Into Dope

I used to be into dope, now I'm into racism

No feelings

Uh

Straight killer, bruh

I know what you're feeling, bruh

People say I'm prejudice

I say that's what a villain does

Yeah

Take me back

Uh

All my niggas starting up

539s don't startle us

Pardon us, we got too much

Everywhere we go, we got a crew cut

Coon-ass niggas low-key down with the GOP

Bitch-ass crackers wanna be down with the prophet

Barry got the key, let the master unlock it

Lock-picking, no wish-listing

Started from the bible, now it's **** Christians

No DEVOs, just new editions

**** Clapton, his souls missing

I know it must be heartbreaking stealing from spooks

But you a good damn vulture, so you ain't got no culture, nigga

Get the foreigners out

Get the wogs out

Get the coons out

Keep Britain white

I used to be into dope, nigga, now I'm into racism

It's much heavier, man

****ing wog's, man

****ing Saudis taking over London

(Come again)

Eric Clapton, 1974, ya'll hear 'em

I've been getting treated for a chronic lack of ****s

Man, these pussy ass cops always tryna lock me up

Talking 'bout "I'm oppressed"

Man, these cac's don't know what oppressed is

We getting shot in the street

They just gotta hear about the death

But you know, fo' sho

And that's just how it goes

We make all the hits, labels, they take all the gold

Slap my girl with a kiss

Tell my daddy I'll be rich

Mom, I'm sorry for this shit

But I can't always stay your kid

Pack my bags

Take two steps in the grass

Out my house, oh yeah

I'm the man

Got my cash and a plan

To get rich off this land

Watch where you live, baby, watch where you stand

I won't be no bitch, 'cause Uncle Sam will lose his mind

To see this little nigga rich, man

Oh lord have mercy, mercy, mercy

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