
Farrakhan Joey Fatts (Ft. Vince Staples)
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[Intro: Farrakhan]
Now, now, you, you
Preachers and leaders
You, you, administrators
You teachers
You leaders, you, are the worst
[Hook 1: Joey Fatts (Farrakhan)]
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck CRASH
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan...
(... Generation of young black men and women...
Your day of leading them is finished!)
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck crash
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan
Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan
(You can't feel it?)
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Read up on ISIS the other day
Bred up on violence, my phone on silent
Can't call my bluff or anybody, k?
Anybody get touched any kind of way
Anyway, read up on ISIS they trippin'
I ain't worried about it I'm crippin'
All my automatics extended
Don't be coming around with that come around
Kill everybody, no witness
Bandana brown like my pigment
Yeah my alma mater like Bunchy Carter
I gun 'em down, I gun 'em down
I'm black, proud, and my mac loud
Five powers to the people
Walk up get down through the peephole
Cold game, cold case, nigga eat chrome
Coldchain
Now, now, you, you
Preachers and leaders
You, you, administrators
You teachers
You leaders, you, are the worst
[Hook 1: Joey Fatts (Farrakhan)]
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck CRASH
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan...
(... Generation of young black men and women...
Your day of leading them is finished!)
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck crash
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan
Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan
(You can't feel it?)
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Read up on ISIS the other day
Bred up on violence, my phone on silent
Can't call my bluff or anybody, k?
Anybody get touched any kind of way
Anyway, read up on ISIS they trippin'
I ain't worried about it I'm crippin'
All my automatics extended
Don't be coming around with that come around
Kill everybody, no witness
Bandana brown like my pigment
Yeah my alma mater like Bunchy Carter
I gun 'em down, I gun 'em down
I'm black, proud, and my mac loud
Five powers to the people
Walk up get down through the peephole
Cold game, cold case, nigga eat chrome
Coldchain
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