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    Verse 1]
    My momma was raised in an era when
    Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
    Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
    But they wasn't satisfied unless
    I picked the cotton myself
    You see its broke nigga racism
    That's that? Don't touch anything in the store?
    And there's rich nigga racism
    That's that? Come here, please buy more?
    What you want a Bentley, fur coat
    and diamond chain?
    All you blacks want all the same things
    Used to only be niggas
    now everybody play me
    Spending everything on Alexander Wang
    New Slaves

    [Hook]
    You see it's leaders and there's followers
    But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower

    You see it's leaders and there's followers
    But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower

    [Verse 2]
    I throw these Maybach keys
    I wear my heart on the sleeve
    I know that we the new slaves
    I see the blood on the leaves
    I see the blood on the leaves
    I see the blood on the leaves
    I know that we the new slaves
    I see the blood on the leaves
    They throwing hate at me
    Want me to stay at ease
    Fuck you and your corporation
    Y'all niggas can't control me
    I know that we the new slaves
    I know that we the new slaves
    I'm about to wild the fuck out
    I'm going Bobby Boucher
    I know that pussy ain't free
    You niggas pussy, ain't me
    Y'all throwing contracts at me
    You know that niggas can't read
    Throw on some Maybach keys
    Fuck it, "c'est la vie"
    I know that we the new slaves
    Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
    Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye
    Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye
    I'll move my family out the country
    So you can't see where I stay
    So go and grab the reporters
    So I can smash their recorders
    See they'll confuse us
    with some bullshit like the New World Order
    Meanwhile the Dea
    Teamed up with the Cca
    They tryna lock niggas up
    They tryna make new slaves
    See that's that private owned prison
    Get your piece today
    They Probably all in the Hamptons
    Braggin' 'bout their maid
    Fuck you and your Hampton house
    I'll fuck your Hampton spouse
    Came on her Hampton blouse
    And in her Hampton mouth
    Y'all 'bout to turn shit up
    I'm 'bout to tear shit down
    I'm 'bout to air shit out
    Now what the fuck they gon' say now?

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