They try to tell us that we ain't our ancestors
Treat a protest like a transgression
Leave the focus on a Rolex
While they gentrifyin' up the whole set
No change, rearrange all the packaging
No brain, Cobain, just vanity
No name, 'less they hoopin', or they trafickin'
The way they run this institution, just like an academy, yah
Tell me who achieves and tell me who dies?
Use the power of the greed to fight with black lives
Glorify material and that's why
For one pair of two-three's, he get shot with four-fives
Oh my, God, it's so, wrong
For every blooming flower there's a snake in the garden
Oh my, Lord, it's so, wrong
The race still enslaved, we just changed the, laws
They say the hangman left huh
Then why we hangin' ourselves 'ah
New age, old debts
No change, new slaves, new chains on our necks
New chains on our necks yah
New chains on our necks yah
New age, old debts
No change, new slaves, new chains on our necks
Blind to a witness, tried and acquitted
Take a private eye's vision just to find a sentence
They don't want us ownin' businesses, but tell us mind our business
We still slaves, Google privatized prison
This is
Bottom life, bottom line, we can't get our credit up
Monetize the culture, dollar signs for America
Fair enough, see we only matter when we at the bottom
They don't want the power of the Black Dollar
Tell us to go back home, or back on leashes
They don't want black homes or black-owned regions
We back up our backbone, get back where we even and
Demand where we stand by the man as an equal
I ain't
Talkin' bout some random violence
Talkin' bout some economics
Trickle down effects and
Smart investments in ourselves and wallets
Uncle Sam, he got his hands in the bag
So we should, throw our cash
Where Uncle Same can't grab
I just wanna make it, I been waitin' all my life
Got my patience thin and hangin', I don't wanna waste my time
When I make it, I'll be gracious, take my family out the 'Hood
The more I chase it, the more I'm slavin', the more I'm tangled in this noose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be
I just wanna be rich
I just want the clothes, I just want the money, I just want all these whips
I just want all this ice, and I just want all these chains
And I just want all these Nikes, and I can't keep my change
I'm living paycheck to paycheck, spending payments on Bapes
And blowin' my savings and paper on crates and boxes of, "Made in China"
I pay for designer, but I can't payoff my Honda
Hollerin' out how I'm slavin' every day for the dolla'
I want the Gucci, the Louis, Vendi, the Balenciagas
Rockin' the Dolce Gabbana, bought me some Loro Piana
Pawn off my Grandma's piano, so I can pay for my iPhone
I don't know, I have a problem, probably solve it with Prada
Product of wantin' to ball, my idols all had it all
So when I get me some cash, I'm going back to the mall
Cashout my check and withdraw, watching my checkings dissolve
The more they press out our pockets, the more it oppresses us all
And I just want the hoes and the cars, I just wanna own me a bar
I just wanna Crown and a Porsche, yeah I just wanna round of applause
And I don't wanna work me a job, no, I don't wanna punch in a clock
No, I don't wanna stir up a pot, and I don't wanna flick these wrists
And I just wanna be rich, I just wanna be rich
The more I climb out the hole, the farther I fall in the ditch
And I just wanna be rich, I just wanna be rich
Got all these whips and these chains, don't tell me slaves don't exist