BLACK (feat. Basit & Ocean Kelly)

I'm black with a capital BLACK Tell these brand-new bitches need to watch their backs 'Cause I don't play games when it come to my money Yeah, I be telling jokes, but ain't a damn thing funny Nickname Fagatron, are you ready to gagatron? Pussy got you walking funny, it's a weapon Make my sure hair is on before I carry on And got the game locked tighter than the pentagon Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit, bitch Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit Ease on down to the ground, drop it low Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul Black and proud everywhere that we go Say it loud, let them haters know My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (grows to the sky) Gravity we defy Ass clapback like a counterattack Feels so good to be black 'Cause I'm a real black bitch I'm on the attack, bitch Ain't no lazy motherfuckers 'cause we pickin' up the slack, bitch Get your black ass to the front of the class If Rosa Parks could see you now, she'd be beatin' that ass We workin' twice as hard, taking half the pay Multiply by two if you black and gay Keep up, because I know it's hard to understand But multiply by ten if you black and trans Because this Mary is a Mac, and I'm sick of wearing black Keep dodging silver bullets, 'cause they coming for my back Bah, bah, black sheep thicker than a snicker Said I'd never get a BBL, I think I'll reconsider Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit, bitch Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit Yeah Black as fuck, no I won't never deny it You bitches missing the flavor, and I'll forever supply it I'm talking Lawry seasoning in my mac and cheese I got Jamaican niggas serving you rice and peas (yeah, yeah) Whether it's afropuffs or it's a curly occasion He want a country little nigga He know it's juicy and cajun And it'll turn to gymnastics soon as I hop on the dick Give him the back handspring and then I lickety split Back-back-back to the subject at hand We wasn't part of the plan That's why my niggas want reparations, so how is you paying? I don't need February to tell me I'm necessary 'Cause soon I'm gone pop, no Britney Spears or no Katy Perry See, they overanalyzing and they over-criticizing The way that they tantalizing is honestly not surprising 'Cause me and my people got generations demolished by triggers Hand on my holster, 'cause my blackness is power, my niggas (My niggas, my niggas) Ease on down to the ground, drop it low Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul Black and proud everywhere that we go Say it loud, let them haters know My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (feels so good to be) Gravity we defy (feels so good to be) Ass clapback like a counterattack (feels so good to be) Feels so good to be black