Dear Dani

Why is it black girls Always gotta explain Everything I'm talking 4C to 4A I'm talking cappuccino To ebony I'm talking thick lip Wide bridges 4B If you know Then you can sing along Yellowbone that's what he want Wack bitches always talking About their fucking tone Bragging, boasting About these Broken nigga's preference And I'd be sad to be that broken Poor thing Dani first Carry her off in a hearse Just like she did us with her verse No fear you heard it first Look like your time is near And I'm the chosen one to handle it Talentless bitches Sick of the rambling Fuck all the pleasantries Fuck it, I'm gambling High yellow ass in the house Like this is Birmingham Drinking Brugal With your master and Telling the cotton pickers They hating With your master plan Picking which side benefits you best I'll always know my worth You could never make me less How you bragging about Being a side boo Your nigga calling you all types of Bitches and hos in his songs too Think he respect you cause of your tone Then you a fool His children are brown Simmered honey He'll see the truth And when he leaves your ass All there'll be is fucking you All of your broken self esteem Incurable What she want Yves and Saint Laurent To fix her broken heart Oo these bitches sorry Sodium, they salty Studying out blueprint But your execution's Fucking faulty Lucky lucky Swear these bitches lucky If I was signed and she heard this Then she would fucking duck me Charlamagne tha God Or Patchy the pirate Must be sad to fight for those Who watch you die in silence Fighting fighting Why do we stay on the line when They say we're angry If we're not silent What she do She ain't mean no harm Beyonce did the same thing There was no swarm I'm sorry did they Just compare her to Beyonce Yeah, I'm not even addressing that You know what This is why Beyonce don't go On the fucking breakfast club Why is it black girls Always gotta explain Everything I'm talking 4C to 4A I'm talking cappuccino to ebony I'm talking thick lip Wide bridges 4B If you know Then you can sing along Listen Da Baby I ain't even being shady You know we know you go crazy Gotta say I'm disappointed lately Supposed to be leading the way My nigga you got shit to say Pac said they'll give you the tools To dig your own self to the grave And your bitches they all in the way The south got something to say Nigga what about all your pain Fuck all the cheddar you gained What about your children What do you think they would say This woman demeaned their mama This woman demeaned your mama This woman demeaned your partners The one's, God bless, in the grave If that shit came out Of a white girl's mouth Would you have something to say Surely there's someone you pay To keep drama out the way My nigga this ain't no scandal This is how they make us fade Billion dollar entertainment An army of niggas that's famous Use your platform for truth Use your voices for us For the thug niggas And the drug niggas And the ones that's floating above You know what to do Go on and speak your truth Just be you I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick Of explaining this shit, oh And this'll be the last time I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick And I'm sick of these talentless bitches Trying to tell us what's what