Truth be told, Trump got me slumped, knew he'd do us dirty from the jump
Red hat wearing, got him gassed, and I ain't talking 30 at the pump
Racist overtones tryna stunt, progress, the process, of voting
Deprived us, of everything we want, so 8 years murdered by them chumps
And black hopes buries in the dumps, I wish Barrack hurried with the judge
Commonwealth fearing segregation, Cookout better serve me at the front
And cops killing brothers on the street, it's negro season, hurry from the hunt
Riding in a whip like you Steph, they gon shoot like Curry to be blunt
Yeah you better worry, when a flurry, appear, not a pear to a jury
I peer through the crystal ball, then hit the pier, I jump like Pierce, I'm appalled
Since November, bracing for the fall, since enslavement, racing from the law
But mama still praying for us all, so don't trip in face of it all
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Truth be told, Trump got me slumped, knew he'd do us dirty from the jump
Red hat wearing, got him gassed, and I ain't talking 30 at the pump
Racist overtones tryna stunt, progress, the process, of voting
Deprived us, of everything we want, so 8 years murdered by them chumps
And black hopes buries in the dumps, I wish Barrack hurried with the judge
Commonwealth fearing segregation, Cookout better serve me at the front
And cops killing brothers on the street, it's negro season, hurry from the hunt
Riding in a whip like you Steph, they gon shoot like Curry to be blunt
Yeah you better worry, when a flurry, appear, not a pear to a jury
I peer through the crystal ball, then hit the pier, I jump like Pierce, I'm appalled
Since November, bracing for the fall, since enslavement, racing from the law
But mama still praying for us all, so don't trip in face of it all
Red hat wearing, got him gassed, and I ain't talking 30 at the pump
Racist overtones tryna stunt, progress, the process, of voting
Deprived us, of everything we want, so 8 years murdered by them chumps
And black hopes buries in the dumps, I wish Barrack hurried with the judge
Commonwealth fearing segregation, Cookout better serve me at the front
And cops killing brothers on the street, it's negro season, hurry from the hunt
Riding in a whip like you Steph, they gon shoot like Curry to be blunt
Yeah you better worry, when a flurry, appear, not a pear to a jury
I peer through the crystal ball, then hit the pier, I jump like Pierce, I'm appalled
Since November, bracing for the fall, since enslavement, racing from the law
But mama still praying for us all, so don't trip in face of it all
Writer: Ryan Ross
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