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    Hold up, hold up, hold up
    Ya'll gon get me bowed up
    When that beat hit it's like three kicks
    And your knees up to your nose, huh
    You knows us
    Unashamed, Uno Uno Seis, whoa
    Tatted on my skin, all up in your face, whoa
    If I ain't bout that live, then I ain't really livin
    But if you can't see my light then maybe I ain't in it
    Champagne, champagne, celebratin my campaign
    I just dug a well in West Africa
    But how many of my friends is African, huh?
    No habla español, just show me tu baño
    Ain't trynna get to know you, I'm too busy readin Daniel
    Most segregated time of day is Sunday service
    Now what you think that say about the God you worship?
    First of all, I know it ain't a song that's gon change the world
    There's no way
    It's not a guilt trip, it's a field trip that's gon last more than one day
    What you thought, huh?
    Faith ain't bout no soft stuff
    I heard you just went overseas, now come back home and boss up

    Buy a bottle for a fee, dirty water
    Bodies floatin' in the sea, dirty water
    Blood flowin' from the ground, dirty water, dirty water
    Buy a bottle for a fee, dirty water
    Bodies floatin' in the sea, dirty water
    Blood flowin' from the ground, dirty water
    Ain't no filters in this town, dirty water

    Worthless, worthless, 400 years we done heard that
    My family came here on slave ships
    Some herd cattle, some herd blacks
    Know some of ya'll done heard that
    My kin was treated less than men
    That's why we raised to hate each other, cause we hate our skin
    Lies you told about yourself that you don't realize
    I must be a thief, she locked the doors when I was walking by
    They must be whores cuz the master rapes them and leaves
    The child
    So dead beat daddy was taught to me way before my time
    Now we extreme, buying fancy things like gold chains
    Just pretty shackles, we still enslaved
    Put 'em round your neck, cuz we still hangin'
    Hood preacher told 'em they should live as kings
    You call him devil, he fightin for self esteem
    It's hard to dream when your water ain't clean
    Now look at Lucifer's scheme as how to be in a team
    Blood in the ocean to these African streams
    This dirty water ain't nothin we haven't seen

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