[Verse 1]
All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino beat
To talk about oppression
That's repressin' my peeps
Ride around in that green hooptie
With my Uncle T
NWA blastin', we screamin' "f** the police" (f** 'em)
Cause they don't give two sh**s about me
I mean we when I say Ferguson they talk about me
Little brown, Mike Brown
Shot down in Missouri
They keep us in misary
And get a desk job when the coroner leave
They don't even take they badge, a racist act
Just take a president to make 'em black
Hope that we live in bliss
And take a nap to create with the same brush that paint the past
Cause it's still the same sh**
We don't run [?] finna help
Cause you know we bound to get hit
[Hook 1]
All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino beat
To talk about these hatin' motherf**ers
Talkin' 'bout me
All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino beat
To talk about these hatin' motherf**ers
Talkin' 'bout me
[Verse 2]
Let's talk about hate
Hate in the game
We the same n***as that you made your friend
You give me a beat, they ain't play it then
Then you run around town like I made my name
Showed you nothin' but love
Somethin' strange deranged
Just wanted to see and make some change
What about old friends that claim I change
I ain't change, I'm grown about my change
[Hook 2]
All I needed was a Clams Casino beat
To talk about these loyal fans
That be talkin' 'bout me
All I needed was a Clams Casino beat
To talk about these loyal fans
That be talkin' 'bout me
[Verse 3]
Let's talk about fans
Are they fake or real?
They happy when you make the deal
They build you up to make the k**
To break you down, and claim you ain't real
"Why you do songs with the [?] ?
Oh he moved on, dreamed the pay-off
Fly state to state, two white girls in his arms
Mr. Hollywood don't like us no more"
Nah, that's a lie
I like any girl with eyes, cutie pies
Fat a**, sumo thighs
Any complexion, girl you could be mine
I love the fans who truly mine
Respect the come-up, the Fergie grind
Man art can be art sometimes
Might f** around and do a song with Bruno Mars
[Musical Outro]