[Intro]
“To the question of being asked to be a part of the agenda, the Black Agenda that we haven’t been asked, we should not be waiting to be asked. We should not be waiting to be asked…It is not what white people think about us, it’s not what about white people do to us, it’s what we think about ourselves and what we do to ourselves. That is the key and that is what we have to deal with.”
[Hook: Quelle Chris and Roc Marciano] (x2)
We talk about it, we be about it
We don’t bullshit, we don’t beat around it
We are what we are, brave
They are what they want y’all to be, slaves
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Whips and chains, Rick James frames
We rip the stage, ships hit waves
Used to flip cane, shoot clips, aim
Elusive, if the shoe fits, get strings
Beef on occasion, we bought it, we ate it
You would have swore I told the waiter we ordered the angus
Three-quarter gators, war hall-of-famers aim flamers
Purple label blazers on hangers
Suede layers, day players deaf to naysayers
Put haters on ice like skaters
I’m persuasive, three hoes pimp
No wingmen, Gucci button-down, clean wingtips
Olive green Six I leave bent, reinvent
Your shine is properly eclipsed
Weese clique, keys get whipped like cheese grits
Throw them on you like some Al Green shit
“To the question of being asked to be a part of the agenda, the Black Agenda that we haven’t been asked, we should not be waiting to be asked. We should not be waiting to be asked…It is not what white people think about us, it’s not what about white people do to us, it’s what we think about ourselves and what we do to ourselves. That is the key and that is what we have to deal with.”
[Hook: Quelle Chris and Roc Marciano] (x2)
We talk about it, we be about it
We don’t bullshit, we don’t beat around it
We are what we are, brave
They are what they want y’all to be, slaves
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Whips and chains, Rick James frames
We rip the stage, ships hit waves
Used to flip cane, shoot clips, aim
Elusive, if the shoe fits, get strings
Beef on occasion, we bought it, we ate it
You would have swore I told the waiter we ordered the angus
Three-quarter gators, war hall-of-famers aim flamers
Purple label blazers on hangers
Suede layers, day players deaf to naysayers
Put haters on ice like skaters
I’m persuasive, three hoes pimp
No wingmen, Gucci button-down, clean wingtips
Olive green Six I leave bent, reinvent
Your shine is properly eclipsed
Weese clique, keys get whipped like cheese grits
Throw them on you like some Al Green shit
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