T.I., Killer Mike, B. Rossi - 40 Acres lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[T.I., Killer Mike, B. Rossi - 40 Acres lyrics]
She done put her reparations in a handbag
He done spent his reparations on his swag
Swag
A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag
Laugh at your misfortune then we
Put it in a hashtag
Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers
Ain't no sowers
They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over
If racism ain't in color then it's
Damn sure in the class
Got the races on each other
You got niggas then there's blacks
You got crackers then there's whites
Separated by the green
After five hundred years
Think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president the black guy
It ain't no reason why
You shouldn't have success, right?
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece
Now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the
Fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule
Forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for
Forty acres and a mule
Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em
Word to Robert F williams, feel 'em
Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo
Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh
I don't give a damn what
The preacher ever tell y'all
Jesus, Muhammad, ain't comin', woo
I'mma tell y'all what the
Ancestors shoulda done did
When they seen the first boat comin, yeah
Killed every man, child, woman, yeah
Killed every damn thing on it, yeah
Killed everything if it looked European
Send it back to the Queen like, ho
You ever step your foot in Kemet
Bitch we slit your throat
We send them funny fuck boy preacher
Types back to the Pope
Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa
This the school of Shaka Zulu
Fast forward to the future, choppa do you
We done dyin' and they cryin'
And we screamin' hallelujah
When them crackas ask why say
We did it for Lumumba, fucker
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece
Now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the
Fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule
Forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for
Forty acres and a mule
Load up my clip off a Zimmerman
Filling my pocket with Benjamins
Who the fuck are you? I been a man
Them crackers see me "oh not him again"
Take your ass out the trap
Middle finger to Trump
Fuck the police, they crooked as they come
They pull you over and know you legit
Ask you for your license
When you reach then they dump
Now the prison yard like the cotton field
House nigga's snitchin'
That's what got 'em killed
Nigga thought he made it cause he got a deal
First album suppo' been outta here
Not quite dude, back to selling blow
On some 24s I'mma send it here
Learn to stay silent
Learn more on these streets then
They did in they college
I'm certified, don't murder guys
But my niggas still far from civilized
Kill for anything but civil rights
Be the murder case
Cause a nigga like, they heard
It from the king, from the king
What you mean, bitch?
Trade my forty acres from my
Mule and my necklace, yeah
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece
Now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the
Fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule
Forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for
Forty acres and a mule
He done spent his reparations on his swag
Swag
A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag
Laugh at your misfortune then we
Put it in a hashtag
Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers
Ain't no sowers
They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over
If racism ain't in color then it's
Damn sure in the class
Got the races on each other
You got niggas then there's blacks
You got crackers then there's whites
Separated by the green
After five hundred years
Think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president the black guy
It ain't no reason why
You shouldn't have success, right?
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece
Now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the
Fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule
Forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for
Forty acres and a mule
Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em
Word to Robert F williams, feel 'em
Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo
Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh
I don't give a damn what
The preacher ever tell y'all
Jesus, Muhammad, ain't comin', woo
I'mma tell y'all what the
Ancestors shoulda done did
When they seen the first boat comin, yeah
Killed every man, child, woman, yeah
Killed every damn thing on it, yeah
Killed everything if it looked European
Send it back to the Queen like, ho
You ever step your foot in Kemet
Bitch we slit your throat
We send them funny fuck boy preacher
Types back to the Pope
Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa
This the school of Shaka Zulu
Fast forward to the future, choppa do you
We done dyin' and they cryin'
And we screamin' hallelujah
When them crackas ask why say
We did it for Lumumba, fucker
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece
Now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the
Fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule
Forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for
Forty acres and a mule
Load up my clip off a Zimmerman
Filling my pocket with Benjamins
Who the fuck are you? I been a man
Them crackers see me "oh not him again"
Take your ass out the trap
Middle finger to Trump
Fuck the police, they crooked as they come
They pull you over and know you legit
Ask you for your license
When you reach then they dump
Now the prison yard like the cotton field
House nigga's snitchin'
That's what got 'em killed
Nigga thought he made it cause he got a deal
First album suppo' been outta here
Not quite dude, back to selling blow
On some 24s I'mma send it here
Learn to stay silent
Learn more on these streets then
They did in they college
I'm certified, don't murder guys
But my niggas still far from civilized
Kill for anything but civil rights
Be the murder case
Cause a nigga like, they heard
It from the king, from the king
What you mean, bitch?
Trade my forty acres from my
Mule and my necklace, yeah
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece
Now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the
Fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule
Forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for
Forty acres and a mule