His money so old that it walk with a cane
So we know his granddaddy had him some slaves
Old ass cracker I spit in his grave
I been told these whiteys to get out the frame
We feel the same anger but not the same pain
I'm taking his money and making some change
Run off with his pack feel like Django unchained
He wanna talk, where is my lawyer
You cannot whitewash, you not Tom Sawyer
Nappy ass hair but you better employ me
I'm finna smash just like Detroit
Only turned bad, cause I was spoiled
I ain't have reason to hop off the porch
And it ain't a trap if you did it for sport
Fist in the air like Afeni Shakur
Militant nigga I'm ready for war
Said they were sorry but I wanted more
Reparations, might settle his score
Shoot up his block like a white nationalist
Nah, I'm just playing that's not rational
Deliver some justice, I was dispassionate
He said it was hate it was love, actually
Think you talking that real, it was not factual
Better gimme my rights, I'm done asking
Slide with a knife, we ain't pacisits
I walk out the bank like f*ck Cassidy
It's not about race, it's about heritage
Say that shit and then I'm just gonna stare at you
America, I need some therapy
Be a billionaire they get some parachutes
Or maybe a pair of these
If I was you I would be paranoid
Cause this ain't no motherf*cking parody
I do not f*ck with you parakeets
Do you even know what you parroting
You a racist if I was to paraphrase
But it was all jokes apparently
Stick to his face cause he said I was triggered
Pull up in all black, I feel like a nigga
Talkin' that ish, I was talking that gibber
He wanna be us so I call him a wigger
We was spinning his bin with the license suspended
Ain't pay for my college, I'm taking that pension
Can't come in our space cause we move a lil different
Stay in your lane you don't want a collision
His money so old that it walk with a cane
So we know his granddaddy had him some slaves
Old ass cracker I spit in his grave
I been told these whiteys to get out the frame
We feel the same anger but not the same pain
I'm taking his money and making some change
Run off with his pack feel like Django unchained
Kierre & Five Ands - DJANGO Lyrics
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His money so old that it walk with a cane
So we know his granddaddy had him some slaves
Old ass cracker I spit in his grave
I been told these whiteys to get out the frame
We feel the same anger but not the same pain
I'm taking his money and making some change
Run off with his pack feel like Django unchained
He wanna talk, where is my lawyer
You cannot whitewash, you not Tom Sawyer
Nappy ass hair but you better employ me
I'm finna smash just like Detroit
Only turned bad, cause I was spoiled
I ain't have reason to hop off the porch
And it ain't a trap if you did it for sport
Fist in the air like Afeni Shakur
Militant nigga I'm ready for war
Said they were sorry but I wanted more
Reparations, might settle his score
Shoot up his block like a white nationalist
Nah, I'm just playing that's not rational
Deliver some justice, I was dispassionate
He said it was hate it was love, actually
Think you talking that real, it was not factual
Better gimme my rights, I'm done asking
Slide with a knife, we ain't pacisits
I walk out the bank like f*ck Cassidy
It's not about race, it's about heritage
Say that shit and then I'm just gonna stare at you
America, I need some therapy
Be a billionaire they get some parachutes
Or maybe a pair of these
If I was you I would be paranoid
Cause this ain't no motherf*cking parody
I do not f*ck with you parakeets
Do you even know what you parroting
You a racist if I was to paraphrase
But it was all jokes apparently
Stick to his face cause he said I was triggered
Pull up in all black, I feel like a nigga
Talkin' that ish, I was talking that gibber
He wanna be us so I call him a wigger
We was spinning his bin with the license suspended
Ain't pay for my college, I'm taking that pension
Can't come in our space cause we move a lil different
Stay in your lane you don't want a collision
His money so old that it walk with a cane
So we know his granddaddy had him some slaves
Old ass cracker I spit in his grave
I been told these whiteys to get out the frame
We feel the same anger but not the same pain
I'm taking his money and making some change
Run off with his pack feel like Django unchained
So we know his granddaddy had him some slaves
Old ass cracker I spit in his grave
I been told these whiteys to get out the frame
We feel the same anger but not the same pain
I'm taking his money and making some change
Run off with his pack feel like Django unchained
He wanna talk, where is my lawyer
You cannot whitewash, you not Tom Sawyer
Nappy ass hair but you better employ me
I'm finna smash just like Detroit
Only turned bad, cause I was spoiled
I ain't have reason to hop off the porch
And it ain't a trap if you did it for sport
Fist in the air like Afeni Shakur
Militant nigga I'm ready for war
Said they were sorry but I wanted more
Reparations, might settle his score
Shoot up his block like a white nationalist
Nah, I'm just playing that's not rational
Deliver some justice, I was dispassionate
He said it was hate it was love, actually
Think you talking that real, it was not factual
Better gimme my rights, I'm done asking
Slide with a knife, we ain't pacisits
I walk out the bank like f*ck Cassidy
It's not about race, it's about heritage
Say that shit and then I'm just gonna stare at you
America, I need some therapy
Be a billionaire they get some parachutes
Or maybe a pair of these
If I was you I would be paranoid
Cause this ain't no motherf*cking parody
I do not f*ck with you parakeets
Do you even know what you parroting
You a racist if I was to paraphrase
But it was all jokes apparently
Stick to his face cause he said I was triggered
Pull up in all black, I feel like a nigga
Talkin' that ish, I was talking that gibber
He wanna be us so I call him a wigger
We was spinning his bin with the license suspended
Ain't pay for my college, I'm taking that pension
Can't come in our space cause we move a lil different
Stay in your lane you don't want a collision
His money so old that it walk with a cane
So we know his granddaddy had him some slaves
Old ass cracker I spit in his grave
I been told these whiteys to get out the frame
We feel the same anger but not the same pain
I'm taking his money and making some change
Run off with his pack feel like Django unchained
Writer: Pierre Kingbo, Pierre-Alexandre Kingbo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Kierre & Five Ands
Language: English
Length: 1:53
Written by: Pierre Kingbo, Pierre-Alexandre Kingbo