Burga - When U Need Somethin’ lyrics

She done put her reparations in a handbag He done spent his reparations on his swag swag A black n***a put your fortunes in a sandbag Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag Ain’t no leaders only leisure only reapers ain’t no sowers They get higher we get lower damn it’s over If racism ain’t in color then it’s damn sure in the cla** Got the races on each other you got n***as then there’s blacks You got crackers then there’s whites separated by the green After five hundred years think we play for the same team Smokescreen make the president the black guy It ain’t no reason why you shouldn’t have success right Forty acres and a muller I spent my reparations on the j**eler I bought a timepiece now ain’t no looking back Now ask them muthaf**kas what the f**k they looking at Uh forty acres and a mule forty acres and a mule These n***as actin’ f**kin’ fools for forty acres and a mule Anybody interrupt freedom k** ’em Word to Robert F. Williams feel ’em Devil got me sick to my stomach boo Word to Elijah Muhammad ooh I don’t give a damn what the preacher ever tell y’all Jesus Muhammad ain’t coming woo I’mma tell y’all what the ancestors shoulda done Did when they seen the first boat coming yeah k**ed every man child woman yeah k**ed every damn thing on it yeah k**ed everything if it looked European send it back to the Queen like ho You ever step your foot in Kemet b**h we slit your throat We send them funny f**k boy preacher types back to the pope F**k is you f**k your Zeus or f**k Medusa This the school of Shaka Zulu Fast forward to the future choppa do you We done dyin’ and they cryin’ and we screaming hallelujah When them crackas ask why say we did it for Lumumba f**ker Forty acres and a Muller I spent my reparations on the j**eler I bought a timepiece now ain’t no looking back Now ask them muthaf**kas what the f**k they looking at Uh forty acres and a mule forty acres and a mule These n***as actin’ f**kin’ fools for forty acres and a mule Load up my clip off a Zimmerman Filling my pocket with Benjamins Who the f**k are you I been a man Them crackers see me oh not him again Take your a** out the trap middle finger to Trump F**k the police they crooked as they come They pull you over and know you legit Ask you for your license when you reach then they dump Now the prison yard like the cotton field House n***a’s snitchin’ that’s what got ’em k**ed n***a thought he made it ’cause he got a deal First album suppo’ been outta here Not quite dude back to selling blow On some 24s I’mma send it here learn to stay silent Learn more on these streets then they did in they college I’m certified don’t murder guys But my n***as still far from civilized k** for anything but civil rights be the murder case ‘Cause a n***a like they heard it from the king from the king What you mean b**h Trade my forty acres from my mule and my necklace yeah Forty acres and a Muller I spent my reparations on the j**eler I bought a timepiece now ain’t no looking back Now ask them muthaf**kas what the f**k they looking at Uh forty acres and a mule forty acres and a mule These n***as actin’ f**kin’ fools for forty acres and a mule