Ain’t I

Uh, uh, uh, I'm in the, I'm in the
I'm in the
I'm in the business of making music
That music business
The fitness, no one can witness cause I
I make that crack music (nigga) , uh
That real Black music (nigga)
The only singles that I'm
Dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets
By the seams of they jeans
CREAM get the money
And run it to the hills y'all
Straight into my pocket
Tired of the deals dog start my own label
Keep the leaking sealed off
If you got a big mouth
Then you might get peeled off
I'm the only fat-lipped bass
My flipper -vroom! -peel off
Eating flounder
Sebastian's like some bath salts
Munching on his bones
Looking at him like "It's yo' fault!"
"Look at what you made me do! Yo
Pass the hot sauce"

Looking at the back of Sophia Eris's head
Eating a sammich (but we don't got bread)
Got a spider ass bite on my head, hangry
Feeling soupy, I brought my fuck in
Yo I'm duckin'
Donald, Daffy, Howards, them cowards
Could never throw shots at a super with power
What was Russia without the czars?
What was Henry Ford without the cars?
My grandparents worked at Ford factory
So Henry is nothing without my family tree
And his slave-owning family needed
Black blood still
So I think we need a spot up on Henry's will
That would never be the case
In case you ain't keeping up
I'm dishing out cases of that heavy bass
And them bassheads straight from
The oppressor's loins
Are giving us our "Free us!" in hella coin

So bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the
Era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories
In stadiums and laboratories
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the
Era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories -
(Big GRRRL, Small World)

It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light
It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light! (Crazy)

Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the
Era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories
In stadiums and laboratories
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the
Era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories
In stadiums and laboratories

And ain't I a woman? Ain't I
A woman? Ain't I a woman?!