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The Creator Tyler

MANIFESTO

 

MANIFESTO

(album: CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST - 2021)


Lil' white bitch gon' say
"You need to say something about that"
"You need to say something 'bout black..."
Bitch, suck my...
Yeah
Go time

That ain't in your religion, you just following your mammy
She followed your granny, she obeyed master
Did y'all even ask her? Questions, it's holes in them stories
Is it, holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message
I know I ain't got the answer
But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer
I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby
Move 'til my soul comes, let them serpents rattle, baby

Cracking like broke porcelain, bitch
We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit
Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit
I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F)
Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (Yeah)
If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (Ooh), uh, gotta have it
Lord, cover me I'm going in, walls closing in (Uh)
How I'm supposed to be protected (Huh?) when the laws want us in?
Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (Ah)
Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right
What the fuck?
I'm tapping the matrix, I'm back and they hate it
I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig?
Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement
I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazing, you dig? (What?)
(On God, now)

I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious
V12 engine, I'm fishtailing on some sloppy shit (Skrrrrt)
Internet bringing old lyrics up, like I hide the shit
What's your address, I could probably send you a copy, bitch
I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (Haha)
Protesting outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (Fuck 'em)
I was a teener, tweeting Selena crazy shit
Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her
Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Just-in
I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga (Say it with your chest, nigga)
Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (Uh)
Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (Uh)
Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace
I'm probably a coon, and your standard's based on this evidence
Am I doing enough or not doing enough?
I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud
I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwing shit up (Sorry)
So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want
Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, seen 'em
Free 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina
So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds
And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down
We frontline, we got the mazel tov that we can chuck now (Woo)
'Cause anytime we moving up, it's like a "What the fuck now?"
They playing games, we strapping up, we cocking aim (Yeah)
We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need
We done with pain and the grieving, niggas is done with the peace
Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (Yah)
I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth
But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (Yeah)
So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans
But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hitting the fan, Scott

Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side
You know, with the T.I. lean
Y'all fake mad
Catch up, niggas
Getting y'all identity, huh?
Gangsta Grillz
Go get a fucking hobby
Shit
Ain't nobody perfect
Well, at least y'all ain't, hah

done

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