[Intro] Bismallah/Basmalah First of all shout and respect to ? Shout and respect to Lupe Fiasco Shout out to Mr. West Shout out to Rashid Lonnie Lynn King Louie, L.E.P Bogus Whole Chicago movement Real Recognize Real
[Hook] White supremacy, that's what I don't like! Sugar-ass crackers, what I don't like! The Bank of America, I don't like! When they lynch and cynicism, yeah I don't like! I don't like, I don't like The way the ghetto living Man I don't like!
[Verse 1] Got us strapped up in the system, man I don't like Ain't too different from a prison jacket, ain't right Ain't no freedom at the trap, hustler's everywhere You could feel it in the air, pure despair Hungry hands only take when they reaching out Campaign, smoking, geek up, gun pow Ugly politicians, new election year Crying bout their care, they are not sincere It's the greedy and the rich ones that make war That the hungry, young, and poor ones paid for The little homie stretched out in a coffin They dying younger, and they dying more often The rent too high, the wage too low The top five stupid songs up on your radio I don't like All this cackling and caring on, I don't like All this sucka-ness and scary shit I don't like All these Afri-coon Americans, it ain't right And that goes to crazy ass crackers Small claim corp clowns, and strip club rappers Out in broad day with they nipples out With they stretch marks, blackheads and pimples out Yuck, you suck, go away You're always talking, and you never got much to say Yuck, you suck, go away You're always crowding space, fix your thirsty face I don't like The way your shoulders looking sound, I don't like The way I see 'em getting down, I don't like Make you wonder how they get around, it ain't right In the land where crooks get to write the laws But people hide their eyes, and shut their jaws Who the realest, nevermind Who doing it for the best, there ain't lies What they wearing, who is that? Ask yourself, why you care? Somebody going ham on a gossip site Catching feelings over rumors that are not your life I don't like Sometimes I even hate But not the people, they ? I don't like, sometimes I even hate Lord forgive, let us pray For pussy posers, dummy greed Polluted seas, them whacky weeds Nazi police, wasted time It's only recruitment, legal crime I don't like Rebuke, forgive, and pray for these fake niggasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
