[Intro]
Nappy head king
[Verse 1]
Firearm at my head
Will not flinch, will not run, give a f** if I end up dead
k** me you f**ing coward [?]
I'm tired of f**ing running you want this n***a here dead
It's life, nappy headed king with a dream so it seems I'm the [?] to this whole motherf**ing world
In a hundred years there will be no proof of our existence cause of mixing all these [?] my n***a
What is history? It's his story man written f** you thinkin thinkin has got on us we too wrong
See the fear in your f**ing eyes
You hoping I don't survive
Delete me or magazine made for me it's time we gon ride
k** a dirty black fearing punk b**hes all [?] all you motherf**ers in the ground
Mama said keep your head up cause they hate you never [?] you from your second amendment protect us don't k** us, turned k**er because I had to
[?] you gon k** first so I [?] you know when I'm gone too
Penitentiary's home to all of our kings queens, they callin us villains
We the children with visions of surviving these forced [?]
My son can't play outside, because you'll probably k** him
We disappearing, God willin, the witness ain't volunteering or cheering that there's one less now
Who next now?
Assa**inated that king who's in that White House
Google maps got location of a n***a house
Boy everyday we taunt it
But when we tote revolvers, it's a problem
This anti bully nation