[Chorus]
Never touch a black man radio
And what I mean by that
Is that I see right past your bullsh** trying to play me ho
Oh. Call me in the middle of the night
When you faded
You only text me when you faded
You only text me
Never touch a black man radio
[Verse 1]
This one is for them police that been shooting them teens
You can't walk a mile in their shoes
Even smile if you try to, you will not look cute in them jeans
Hip-hop is not the problem, call it what you wanna
I could give a mother f**, I'm sorry momma
I am legend, I am Jerri Jheto, I am Bob Marley, I am Travon Martin
I am starting from the bottom, hungry alligator
Chew tracks by the numbers, grab your calculator
Do not walk into my swamp
You will get slumped
Even Donald can get trumped
Feeling aggravated, I'm just glad you made it clear
My rise to the top makes you scared
And that is your prominent fear
I have no fears, I am just fierce
The happiest man in the happiest place on earth is serious
sh**, who is Jet 2?
You, except more mysterious
Sentence me to life in bars
My sentences give life, these bars
Break down these sentences
And life pretends that it is challenging
Only atoms can get at him
I'm a pure chemist when I'm cooking these sentences
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
You only text me when you faded
Word to Jamal Cristopher, calls missing from you
Don't understand it; time to do that was when you had it
But instead, you chose to have fun
And now, it's my turn I'm ‘bout to gas it
Go and getting high, sounding like you took acid
While I turn my room to a kitchen, cooking cla**ics
Stir it up, little darling, stir it up
That's what it looks like when you try to mirror us
Open doors, thank God; didn't knock you up
Gotta watch from the stands, get binoculars
Only Lord knows why I put the rock on ya
With your wandering eye, fix your ocular
With your hands everywhere like an octopus
Got men everywhere because you're popular
Fake tears dripping down, better stop it up
Almost had a young man come and rob us up
All them days, through the pain; had to bottle up
Always did everything that you wanted bruh
And still through it all, it was not enough
Hell yeah, I'm pissed off; what you calling for
What gimmick do you think that I'm falling for?
Bruh, what?
[Chorus]
[Outro: Rush Hour Chris Tucker]