Joyner Lucas – I’m Not Racist

And then you teach it to your children until the cycle continue
Like you was pickin’ cotton off the fuckin’ ground back then
Niggas kneelin’ on the field, that’s a flag down
And then you gave us Donald Trump, and now it’s pay back for that
Fuck, I’m exhausted, I can’t even drive without the cops tryna start shit
And when you use it we know there’s a double meaning under
I wish that I knew yours
Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
I swear North Korea bout to bomb us any day now
Blame it on everybody except for your own race
I’m not racist, my sister-in-law’s baby cousin Tracy got a brother and his girlfriend’s black
You gon’ show us some respect, you gon’ stand for this country, nigg-er!
Blame it on Puerto Rico, blame it on O.J
I might be any day now, treatin’ everybody how you want and any way how
Y’all can take that motherfucker too, he ain’t white no more
I’m tired of the systematic racism bullshit
And you ain’t got no motherfucking sympathy, you pussy nigga!
Maybe we should build a wall to keep the Mexicans out
Bunch of class clowns
You already late; you motherfuckas needa get your damn priorities straight, way
I’m not racist, but I cry a lot
You ain’t know about the two-step, or no loose change
Agreed or disagreed, we could have an understanding
And that’s one war you’ll never win
Pants hangin’ off your ass, you ain’t got no home-trainin’
Judging me by my skincolor and my blackness
Food stamps for your children, but you’re still tryna sell ’em for some weed and some liquor or a fuckin’ babysitter
So you can keep livin’ off free government assistance?
And I don’t mean just for one day and you done, I mean
My head’s in the cloud
Well pound that then, talkin’ about slavery like you was around back then
And all you care about is rappin’ and stuntin’ and bein ratchet, and that’s the nigga within you
I’m not racist, but there’s two sides to every story and now you know mine
You ain’t know about no 2Chainz or no kool-aid, you don’t know!
Don’t talk about no motherfucking taxes, when I ain’t making no dough
My voice been back
You don’t know what it’s like to mind your business
I’m not racist, my sister’s boyfriend’s black
It’s hard to elevate when this country’s ran by whites
I wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives
Blame it all on the menu, blame it on those drinks, blame it on everybody except for your own race
I heard Eminem’s rap at the awards, who’s he fightin’ for?
You know I make a lot of sense, but you just can’t admit it
The power in the word "Nigga" is a different sin
But I’d rather see a black man claimin’ his son
Tryna steal black culture and then make it your own, whoa
And you don’t know shit about my people, that’s what bothers you
Blame it on white privileges, blame it on white kids, and just blame it on white citizens—same with the vice president
Can’t erase the scars with a bandage
You think you know everything, but you don’t
Hatred all in your brain, it slowly start to convince you
Heard there’s not enough jobs for all the men in your house

With all due respect, I don’t have pity for you black niggas, that’s the way I feel
I’m hoping maybe we can come to an understanding
You can pray for some change but can’t break a dollar
And then you turn around and complain about the poverty rate? Fuck outta my face!
It’s like you’re proud to be fake
Music rotting your brain and slowly start to convince you, then you let your kids listen and then the cycle continues
Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin’ god; he was fighting for his life right before he fuckin’ died, nigga die, nigga!
"They fuck the world with a Make America Great condom"
We shouldn’t say it but we do, and that shit’s what it is
I’m not racist, it’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’, but splittin’ the both sides
And get stopped by the cops and not know if you bout to die or not
I work my ass off and I pay my taxes for what?
You couldn’t wait to get him out, and put a cracker back
You wanna copy our slang and everything that we know
Yo, what the fuck!?
I love you, but I fuckin’ hate you at the same time
Aim at the black businesses, I ain’t saying I’m innocent, but
So we could understand each other more, but that’d take time
You can’t escape problems
Take that gold out your mouth!
Yellin’ "Nigga, this" and "Nigga, that"
Or maybe we should send ’em all to the ghetto for now; I’m not racist
And all you care about is money and power and being ugly and that’s the cracker within you
You don’t know what it’s like to be in a frying pot

And even if I wasn’t picking cotton physically
Aight, look
Screamin’ "Black Lives Matter," all the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills
I can’t take you nowhere without people pointin’ fingers
And I never lie, but I think there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
Put that suit back on!
I’m not racist
Screaming "All Lives Matter" is a protest to my protest, what kind of shit is that?
And when we use it we know that’s just how we greet each other
Take that do-rag off!
You crackers ain’t slick, this is all a part of your tactics
But that don’t mean that you can say it just ’cause you got nigga friends
Like you was on the plantation gettin’ down back then
Put your fuckin’ pants up, nigga!

I’m not racist, it’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but split into two floors
You worry bout your life, so you take mine
How dare you try to make demands for this money?
Call everybody "Nigga" and get a nigga mad
All you do is false shit, this the shit that I’m falsed with
[Verse 1]
Blame it on black niggas and blame it on black citizens
While you party on the road ’cause you ain’t got no fuckin’ goals
I’m sorry you can never feel my life
You ain’t know about no fried chicken and no barbeque
My grandmomma was a slave, that shit gets to me
With all disrespect, I don’t really like you white motherfuckers, that’s just where I’m at
That don’t mean I’m not affected by the history
I see a black man aimin’ his gun
When Eminem went against Trump, that was the illest
Cause even though he’s white he let us know he standin’ with us
I worship the Einsteins, study the Steve Jobs, but you ride 2Pac’s dick like he was a fuckin’ god, oh my god!
Tryna find a job but ain’t nobody call me back yet
It’s like you wanna be so famous, you’ll do anything for attention and a little payment
And now I’m duckin’ everytime I hear a fuckin’ plane now, shit
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
And even though Barack was half as black, you hated president Obama, I know that’s a fact
And wanna swing at me and call me racist ’cause I ain’t black
I’m not racist, I never lied, but I know there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
As soon as I say "Nigga," then everyone react
I’m not racist, but there’s two sides to every story—I wish that I knew yours
I’m not racist, I’m just prepared for this type of war
You still trapped in a rut
[Verse 2]
I’m not racist, I swear
Got nobody else to blame, so you blame Donald
Nigga, that word was originated for you to keep us under
But you lazy as fuck and you’d rather sell drugs than get a job and be straight
Quit the pitiful stuff and then maybe police would stop killin’ ya, fuck!