Racist

[Chorus] Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist That's not my style Get the fuck outta here Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist That's not my style Get the fuck outta here People hate me because my skin Or the ways that I look at them Or is it because my braids Sometimes swing all in they face Could it be pay nothin Hang on the block cause I don't give a fuck Or is it because my flow Make a real motherfucker wanna lose control People hate me because they racist Actin like they never seen a native goin places Muddy face and all Creepin up to attack and take out the frauds If you are here I suggest you bounce Unless you wanna see a tomahawk split your mouth In other words Put that racist in his place Do what you gotta No matter what it takes [Chorus] Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist That's not my style Get the fuck outta here Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist That's not my style Get the fuck outta here Get stopped by the cops Cause I represent Like it's my fault Your thoughts don't mean shit So they pull the race card, gang-related Group in this in a hoopty faded Who do they think they are Hatin on me cause I'm raisin the cause My life, my mind, my choices Fuck what they think I ignore hatin voices Try to tell us how to dress and how to act And how to live fuck that Well they can keep they balls "You put your hands up What what! ? You with the sticker in the window It's a fuckin sticker What are you doin with that in your window It's a fuckin sticker Put your hand up and get down on the ground This is some bullshit" [Chorus] Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist That's not my style Get the fuck outta here Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist That's not my style Get the fuck outta here Don't you know I'm on top Wanted dead or alive by the world Cause I'm bringing somethin hot I'm a killa that you can't stop Never once will you see tied down on the tracks in a knot I get chased cause I hate Now I'm ready to fight If anybody wanna make it Bring the move right on And if your fuccin lucky At your funeral they will play this song He lived life for love and good Now he's dead and gone It's his time or this world hatin Doin others wrong How come people build up courage To hate on someone else That's why I keep it underground Stay away from all the stress [Chorus] Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist That's not my style Get the fuck outta here Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist Who gon grant you to be Racist That's not my style Get the fuck outta here