k**er Mike - 40 Acres lyrics

[Verse 1: B. Rossi] 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? [Hook: B. Rossi] Forty acres and a Muller I spent my reparations on the j**eler I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back Now ask them muthaf**as what the f** they lookin' at Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule These n***as actin' f**in' fools for forty acres and a mule [Verse 2: k**er Mike] 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 comin', woo I'mma tell y'all what the ancestors shoulda done did when they seen the first boat comin, yeah k**ed every man, child, woman, k**ed every damn thing on it 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** boy preacher types back to the Pope f** is you? f** your Zeus or f** Medusa This the school of Shaka Zulu Fast forward to the future, choppa do you We done dyin' and they cryin' and we screamin' hallelujah When them crackas ask why say we did it for the mulla f**er [Hook: B. Rossi] Forty acres and a Muller I spent my reparations on the j**eler I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back Now ask them muthaf**as what the f** they lookin' at Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule These n***as actin' f**in' fools for forty acres and a mule [Verse 3: T.I.] Load up my clip off a Zimmerman Filling my pocket with Benjamins Who the f** 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** 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 [?] been outta here Not quite dude, back to selling blow On some 24s [?], 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 [Hook: B. Rossi] Forty acres and a Muller I spent my reparations on the j**eler I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back Now ask them muthaf**as what the f** they lookin' at Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule These n***as actin' f**in' fools for forty acres and a mule