Swiff D - Swag lyrics

[Intro-Tim Wise] At some point, whether or not black folks should use the word or a derivation of the word ending in 'A' - that's a black conversation, and white folks and anyone who isn't black, I think, should just basically stay out of that conversation and let black folk deal with it. We have to recognize, that for us, there's a history, there's a context and it's not our job to help black people reclaim the word. I've heard white people say that "we're gonna help 'em reclaim the word as a way to fight!" If you want to fight racism, march into a police station [Hook] Everybody in my city pushing keys and that's all these kids see If that's the only thing they hear then that's The only thing they'll be, we call it swag, swag, swag We call it swag, swag, swag The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking a** The white girls call us n***a and We just sit back and laugh and call it swag, swag, swag We call it swag, swag, swag [Verse 1] I am no preacher, b**h I'm a teacher More like a thinker, dreamer, believer-pick one A thousand albums came out last year and I ain't get one Cause these boys looking like man-tan I make hits like Grand Slam Never had a problem keeping up These boys songs sound weak as f** I ain't thinking about easing up, I'm going hard Til my lease is up and my time will be creeping up It's only right that I tell 'em (tell 'em) Don't buy into everything that these rappers are selling (selling) Thinking that they winning, but really These n***as failing your people And need to feeding evil to the streets who made you Raised you on great food, my Mama didn't raise no dummy I'll never let a motherf**er think for me Tell a b**h that its 'bout to get fugly 'bout to hit the game harder than some then some rugby [Hook] [Verse 2] Is anybody on the next level with me? I'm hearing n***as dissing God, y'all think it's witty I ain't laughing, we don't play in Mississippi Even when I was broke, selling my soul wasn't tempting Let a white cop shoot a black kid You'll see a few tweets, that's it He'll march for a minute, that's it Get a new outfit and a dance like this: Cook! Swag! Woo! Cook! Swag! Woo! Black kid dead and ain't nobody mad They won't speak the truth, these n***as been scared Call my flow the pudding, the proof's in there I say the sh** they say I shouldn't, I ain't never cared I been everywhere, took game, spit it, and left it there I brought a couple of slugs to yo hood, pray I don't leave 'em there I hope that you don't give me a reason, double dare I'm hard to scare, I'm what they fear, a black planet, starts here [Hook]