Black Hefty Bag Test - $ILKMONEY

Father’s Day

Why are black people afraid of chainsaws?

Run nigga nigga nigga nigga

You could say motorcycle too, vrroooom

You used to wanna be Elvis Presley, but now you James Brown

Identifying with any race that gets you paid pal

Niggerfishing and skin pretenders all in the same pile

If I had a white bitch I’d get her painted a Rihanna shade brown

It’s such a shame how they love nigga euphemisms

And nigga movies with no niggas in them

They get a wigga like Bruno Mars to shoot at a dark conclusion

But this part’s the truest, how I start right angle then fall apart congruent

How they call white angels, but are the darkies humans

Grammys all stealing from niggas who weren’t recipients

Copy and pasting our penmanship and won’t even give lyricists their percentage

Shit is sickening, Angie Stone hand me the tone and imma split his wig

Leave his curl activated lidded all on his glitted kicks

I’ll be one less lonely nigga, like Justin Bieber

But niggas seem to forget cause I keep me a new Travis Scott feature

Invited to the cookout but I forgot seasonings

Forgot my nature and I stopped breathing

But trading your races when your hairline declines and starts migrating

These migraines got me unable to describe pains

The mild strain behind my cornea

Forces me to only wanna see without my eye’s gaze

The whole left side of my mind feels like that mind game

And my mind’s plain, but I got a time frame

So I got no time to focus on a healthy mindstate

The gold control the system

Destroy the mold and recreate the mold again

Shut down these artificial organisms like the cyber initiative

Escape the chainsaws before I tore a ligament

If they get me before it’s over with

Then just know it was foretold they’d get me

And I’ll be just one less lonely nigga

One less lonely nigga

One less lonely nigga

One less lonely nigga

Gonna be one less lonely nigga