[Intro]
Black panther, black panther, what do you see?
I see a dreaming child watching over me
Back n***a
Yeah, hey, can we get a little break
From the c**aine and the kilos
Aiight n***a, we know
Aiight n***a, we know
Can we get a break from the strippers on the p-ole
Aiight n***a, we know
Okay n***a, we know
[Verse 1]
Hey shawty, ain't no future in no gang-bang
And ain't no manhood in no bang-bang
Ain't no honor cleanin' interstates inside a chain-gang
Know some rap n***as put that sh** inside your mainframe
Pills make you stupid and liquor do the same thing
'Raris too expensive and they way too hard to maintain
Get yourself a Camry, "n***a said a Camry?"
Watch that ho depreciate and then you'll understand me
It's called being fiscally responsible
Don't let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you
The TV's not your father fool, that video's not your momma
Try your best to be a man and your worst to be a monster
[Hook]
May we have some roses for the ladies
A little appreciation for the gentlemen
And here's some kisses for the babies
Some peace and humanity for the whole wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth then, sympathy for the poor
Empathy for the old, more justice for the downpressed
Treat no liar ITAL, Ai-yaa!
[Verse 2]
I know you're sayin', “Lupe rappin' ‘bout the same sh**”
Well, that's ‘cause ain't sh** changed, b**h
And please don't excuse my language
Cause I would hate for you to misrepresent
The true expression of my anguish
And by this far I ain't shocked, upset, or appalled
I'm ashamed, b**h
I can't listen if you ain't sayin' sh**
And recognize all this emptiness is dangerous
Ain't buildin' up they confidence, we teachin' ‘em that they ain't sh**
If they ain't got the latest that they saw on someone famous
Mercy of the Lord on this double-edged sword
Instead of askin' where the hoes is
Maybe maybe may we have some roses
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3]
Called the president a terrorist
Corporate sponsors like, how the f** you gon' embarra** us?
Ain't my fault, I was just repeatin' this
Professor Emeritus from America
But my tone was like an Afghani kid without a home
Blew that b**h up with a drone
An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stones
The f** you think they call him, I'mma leave that all alone
Cause this, the focus on this new sh** is that hopeless
Place that I was born into systematic brokeness
Took that downpression and developed it to dopeness
It's that great American rap-rap ferocious