Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nikos
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Douglass Smallwood II
Songwriter
Lyrics
Imma need some reparations for my ****, hundred acres (yea)
Straight out the safe, blood drippin' off the paper (yea)
When we in the streets, know these pigs tryna fade us (woa)
Dressed in all black like a **** was a Raider (yea)
Rock a eye patch like a raider (yea)
Midnight black, a ski mask pullin’ capers (yea)
Relieve the pig of his taser (yea)
Million dollar slave like a Laker (woa)
Who the ones really gettin' paper? (woa)
Man I got 25 lighters on my dresser (yea)
Know I keep a blade for oppressors (yea)
**** rocking chains form the neck up (yea)
These Uncle Tom **** need a check up (yea)
Remove the truth from the lecture (yea)
Dont care if you got diamonds in yo’ shit, they still some chains (yea)
And if he got a number on his jersey he a slave (yea)
See him out here getting it, boy you sweatin' like a slave (yea)
Even though he see his master counting money in the shade
Hunned million dollar slave (yea)
Threw some diamonds in his chain (yea)
Hunned million dollar slave (yea)
‘Least a **** gettin’ paid (yea)
Deuce out the roof (yea)
Done broke out them chains, now a **** on the loose (yea)
Gotta watch my back, they killing **** over truth
But if I catch an overseer, put the barrel to his tooth (yea)
Cock back & poof (ooh)
How you so loyal to them colors (yea)
But won’t shed blood with your brothers (uh huh)
I know you cry tears of a hustler, try tears of a mother (yea)
Who just lost her son over nothin’ (damn)
Written by: Eric Douglass Smallwood II