It’s a new year, new year, new money, money!
Rick Ross, “Speedin’ (Remix),” 2008
It’s a new year, new year, new money, money!
Word to Trayvon and Mike Brown,
Them pigs’ll gun you down and call it ‘standin’ they ground.’
The situation wack, we need a moment of silence,
Or violence…I’m only being honest.
Don’t condone it but fuck it, we ridin’,
Ain’t goin’ down without a fight.
Middle finger up if they ever try and read me my rights,
Hangin’ out the window screaming “F the police!”
White Jesus in my crock pot,
I mix the shit with some soda.
Now Black Jesus turn water to wine,
…And all I had to do was turn the stove up.
When you feeding on hate, you empty, my nigga. It shows.
Fuck a blog, dog, cause one day we gon’ meet.
Am I really just a narcissist,
Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque?