Joyner Lucas - I'm Not Racist (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Joyner Lucas - I'm Not Racist (en) Lyrics
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With all due respect
I don't have pity for you black
niggas, that's the way I feel
Screamin' "Black Lives Matter"
All the black guys rather be deadbeats
than pay your bills
Yellin' "nigga this" and "nigga that"
Call everybody "nigga"
and get a nigga mad
As soon as I say "nigga"
then everyone react
And wanna swing at me and call me
racist 'cause I ain't black
Well pound that then
Talkin' about slavery like
you was around back then
Like you was pickin' cotton off
the fuckin' ground back then
Like you was on the plantation
gettin' down back then
Aight, look
I see a black man aimin' his gun
But I'd rather see a black
man claimin' his son
And I don't mean just for
one day and you done
I mean, you still trapped in a rut
And I work my ass off and
I pay my taxes for what?
So you can keep livin' off free
government assistance?
Food stamps for your children, but
you're still tryna sell 'em
For some weed and some liquor
or a fuckin' babysitter
While you party on the road 'cause
you ain't got no fuckin' goals?
You already late
You motherfuckas needa get your
damn priorities straight
Wait, it's like you're
proud to be fake
But you lazy as fuck and
you'd rather sell drugs
Than get a job and be straight, and
then you turn around and complain
About the poverty rate?
Fuck outta my face!
You can't escape problems
You can pray for some change
but can't break a dollar
Got nobody else to blame,
so you blame Donald
"They fuck the world with a
Make America Great condom"
My voice been back
I'm not racist, my sister's
boyfriend's black
I'm not racist, my sister-in-
law's baby cousin Tracy
Got a brother and his
girlfriend's black
My head's in the cloud
Heard there's not enough jobs for
all the men in your house
Maybe we should build a wall
to keep the Mexicans out
Or maybe we should send 'em
all to the ghetto for now
I'm not racist and I never lie
But I think there's a disconnect
between your culture and mine
I worship the Einsteins,
study the Steve Jobs
But you ride 2Pac's dick like he
was a fuckin' god, oh my god
And all you care about is rappin'
And stuntin' and bein' ratchet, and
that's the nigga within you
Music rotting your brain and slowly
start to convince you
Then you let your kids listen
and then the cycle continues
Blame it all on the menu,
blame it on those drinks
Blame it on everybody except
for your own race
Blame it on white privileges,
blame it on white kids
And just blame it on white citizens,
same with the vice president
Bunch of class clowns
Niggas kneelin' on the field,
that's a flag down
How dare you try to make
demands for this money?
You gon' show us some respect, you gon'
stand for this country, nigger!
I'm not racist
I'm just prepared for this type of war
I heard Eminem's rap at the awards,
who's he fightin' for?
Y'all can take that motherfucker,
too, he ain't white no more
It's like you wanna be so famous
You'll do anything for attention
and a little payment
I can't take you nowhere without
people pointin' fingers
Pants hangin' off your ass, you
ain't got no home trainin'?
Put your fuckin' pants up, nigga!
Put that suit back on!
Take that du-rag off! Take
that gold out your mouth!
Quit the pitiful stuff
And then maybe police would
stop killin' you fucks
Yo, what the fuck? I'm not racist
It's like we livin' in the same buildin'
but split into two floors
But there's two sides to every story,
I wish that I knew yours
I wish that I knew yours
I'm not racist, I swear
With all disrespect
I don't really like you white motherfuckers,
that's just where I'm at
Screaming "All Lives Matter"
Is a protest to my protest,
what kind of shit is that?
And that's one war you'll never win
The power in the word "nigga"
is a different sin
We shouldn't say it but we do,
and that just what it is
But that don't mean that you
can say it just 'cause
you got nigga friends
Nigga, that word was originated
for you to keep us under
And when we use it, we know that's
just how we greet each other
And when you use it, we know there's
a double meaning under
And even if I wasn't picking
cotton physically
That don't mean I'm not affected
by the history
My grandmama was a slave,
that shit gets to me
And you ain't got no motherfucking
sympathy, you pussy nigga!
I'm sorry you can never feel my life
Tryna have faith, but
I never felt alright
It's hard to elevate when this
country's ran by whites
Judging me by my skin color
and my blackness
Tryna find a job but ain't
nobody call me back yet
Now I gotta sell drugs to
put food in my cabinet
You crackers ain't slick, this
is all a part of your tactics
Don't talk about no motherfucking taxes,
when I ain't making no dough
You think you know everything
but you don't
You wanna copy our slang and
everything that we know
Try to steal black culture and
then make it your own, whoa
Fuck, I'm exhausted
I can't even drive without
the cops tryna start shit
I'm tired of the systematic
racism bullshit
All you do is false shit, this
the shit that I'm force fed
And you don't know shit about my
people, that's what bothers you
You don't know about no fried
chicken and no barbeque
You don't know about the two-
step or no loose change
You don't know about no 2 Chainz
or no Kool-Aid, you don't know!
And even though Barack
was half as black
You hated president Obama,
I know that's a fact
You couldn't wait to get him
out and put a cracker back
And then you gave us Donald Trump
and now it's payback for that
I'm not racist, I never lied
But I know there's a disconnect
between your culture and mine
Yeah, I praise 2Pac like
he was a fuckin' god
He was fighting for his life
way before he fuckin'
died, nigga, die nigga!
And all you care about
is money and power
And being ugly and that's
the cracker within you
Hatred all in your brain, it slowly
start to convince you
And then you teach it to your children
until the cycle continue
Blame it on Puerto Rico,
blame it on OJ
Blame it on everybody, except
for your own race
Blame it on black niggas and
blame it on black citizens
Aim at the black businesses,
I ain't saying I'm innocent
But, I might be any day now
Treatin' everybody how you
want and any way how
I swear North Korea 'bout
to bomb us any day now
And now I'm duckin' everytime I
hear a fuckin' plane now, shit
You know I make a lot of sense
but you just can't admit it
When Eminem went against Trump,
that was the illest
'Cause even though he's white, he
let us know he standin' with us
I'm not racist, but I cry a lot
You don't know what it's like
to be in a frying pot
You don't know what it's like
to mind your business
And get stopped by the cops and not
know if you 'bout to die or not
You worry 'bout your life,
so you take mine
I love you but I fuckin' hate
you at the same time
I wish we could trade shoes
or we could change lives
So we could understand each other
more but that'd take time
It's like we livin' in the same buildin'
but splittin' the both sides
But there's two sides to every
story and now you know mine
Can't erase the scars with a bandage
I'm hopin' maybe we can come
to an understandin'
Agree to disagree, we could
have an understandin'
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