Ronnie Drake
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics

So don't call me a nigga, unless you call me "my nigga"
Don't use a derogatory term towards me unless it's in a friendly, affectionate way.

I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice
I am a regal figure; however, I am struggling with my alcohol consumption.

Don't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriage
Please don't be distracted or judge me based on my imperfect car.

It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed
While my car is not the best, it doesn't stop my female companions from being with me.

I came to bury you average, you feel slighted
I am here to defeat the mediocre and average, which may cause feelings of resentment in those who are not up to par.

It's like she know that I got it, it feel like it
It seems as if the woman I'm with knows that I possess a certain desirable trait or quality, and it feels that way.

I real life it, I spill vices
I live my life authentically and openly share my flaws and vices with others.

You will like it, I promise it's trill vibing, I'm honest
You will enjoy my company, and I guarantee my authenticity and genuine nature.

Nigga ain't no getting money on that conscious shit
One cannot make a lot of money promoting causes of social awareness or activism.

I'mma just load my gat on some survival shit
I will arm myself for survival purposes, potentially due to living in a dangerous environment.

And when I hear they got a drought on it
When I learn that there is a shortage of something, referring to a drug or illicit substance.

I take a month out of rap and I hustle 'til I'm out of it
I will take a break from my music career in order to focus on selling drugs and making money until the shortage is resolved.

I got that coke flow, that heat rock
I am skilled at selling cocaine and have a good reputation for it.

I got that old school, huddle 'til the beat box
I embody a nostalgic, classic style of hip-hop, where people gather around the boombox to listen to the music.

Baby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot
I am searching for the most pleasurable area during sexual intercourse.

I'mma beat that, 'til that mothafuckin' beat drop
I will continue to have sex with the woman until the song ends or until she reaches orgasm.

I got love for my niggas, my killers
I have a strong affection and loyalty for my friends, including those who are violent and engage in criminal activity.

My dealers, my trickers, my bros
I also have love for those who sell drugs and those who deceive others, as they are part of my inner circle.

Hope they don't kill you cause you black today
I hope that you do not become a victim of police brutality or racial discrimination today, solely because of your skin color.

They only feel you when you pass away
Unfortunately, society only starts to appreciate one's worth and value after they have died.

The eulogy be so moving, we live the scenes of those movies
The speeches given at the funerals of black individuals killed by police are often powerful and emotionally impactful, much like powerful movie scenes.

Conflicts in school or dope moving, it's so youthful
Conflict in school or being involved in drug trafficking are common among young people, and it's a sad reality.

But if you die today, I hope you find some relief
If you were to suddenly pass away, I hope that you find some sort of comfort or solace.

In what a great escape, we still dodging from polices
Although we have come a long way, discrimination and danger from law enforcement is still a reality for black people.

When we make a plate, they be lying, searching in my bucket
When we make our own food, police falsely assume there is something suspicious in the car.

With the straightest face, it could be eighty-eight
The police can be serious and straight-faced when questioning someone or searching for evidence, even if it's a completely innocent situation.

Sometimes I wonder why we killers, why they killing us
I question why black people resort to acts of violence, and why law enforcement often kills unarmed black individuals.

I think we only wear a grill because they grilling us
We only wear gold teeth (a grill) because we are constantly being interrogated and scrutinized by police and society as a whole.

Or how they feeling us, gotta look really tough
Police and society force us to appear tough and intimidating in order to protect ourselves from danger.

Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff
We are often unjustly accused of theft or criminal behavior, and must show we are not hiding anything by keeping our hands in the open.

Came a long way from a boat and an auction
We have come a long way from being sold as slaves and treated as property.

Now we got names and a vote, then a coffin
Although we have gained rights such as the ability to vote, we are still at risk of being senselessly killed and buried in a coffin.

Ain't shit change but the coast we adopted
Not much has changed for black people aside from the different regions and coasts where they reside.

Little black children you can call me that nigga, nigga
Young black children can greet me with the word 'nigga' as a term of endearment and affection.

I got love for my niggas, my killers
I have a deep-rooted affection for my close friends, even if they engage in criminal activity or violence.

My dealers, my trickers, my bros
I also have love for those who sell or use drugs and those who deceive, as they are a part of my inner circle as well.

I got love for my sisters, my women
I have a deep admiration and respect for the women in my life, including my sisters and girlfriends.

My bitches, my strippers, my hoes
I also have a level of affection for the women I involve myself with on a more physical or transactional level, such as strippers or prostitutes.

I got love for my niggas
Overall, I have a strong love and loyalty for those in my inner circle and those who share similar experiences as a black person in society.