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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
6LACK
6LACK
Vocals
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Vocals
Jason McGee & The Choir
Jason McGee & The Choir
Choir
Dammo Farmer
Dammo Farmer
Bass Guitar
Agape Jerry
Agape Jerry
Guitar
The Last Poets
The Last Poets
Sampled Artist
Warryn Campbell
Warryn Campbell
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Nathaniel Phillips
Nathaniel Phillips
Songwriter
Bruce Smith
Bruce Smith
Songwriter
Bryan Jones
Bryan Jones
Songwriter
Rayshon Cobbs, Jr.
Rayshon Cobbs, Jr.
Songwriter
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Songwriter
Ricardo Valentine Jr
Ricardo Valentine Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
Renegade El Rey
Renegade El Rey
Recording Engineer
Sydney Wolfe
Sydney Wolfe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
Recording Engineer
Project Pa$$ion
Project Pa$$ion
Recording Engineer
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
Recording Engineer
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
808-Ray
808-Ray
Co-Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
**** do a lot of shootin', **** do a lot of shootin'
**** shoot off at the mouth
**** shoot pool, **** shoot craps
**** cut around the corners and shoot down the street
**** shoot sharp glances at white women
**** shoot dope into they arm
**** shoot guns and rifles on New Year's Eve
A New Year that is coming in where white police will do more shooting at them
Where are **** when the revolution needs some shots?
[Verse 1]
Rollin' wit' my ****, rich ****, these is my **** rolls
Jesus was a ****, my **** killed 'em, my **** rose
I know you love me runnin' the jewels, but these my **** flows
Love 'em like that dumb spit pimp love that **** ho
And that's word to Michael in Fresh, the realest **** know
That's the movies **** should watch, fuck Scarface and Blow
You still talkin' New Jack City, that's why you **** poor
I open Greenwood to show **** that we is more
Than stickin' green under the beams in mama's wooden floor
And I know some secrets that negro leaders'll never know
I was in cahoots with the spooks that sat by master's door
When the revolution let loose, they cuttin' master's throat
Aye, in the eighties as babies, we sold master's dope
Labeled us a nuisance, they used the courts like noose and rope
Us poorer **** babies
We gave ourself to slavery
**** rich, we made it
We should be celebrated
[Chorus]
Oh, run up them millions
Oh, then build a village
Oh, then make your own rules
Fuck what they told you
Don't let 'em own you
Black and bright, black as night, black and brilliant
Walk by faith, not by sight, stand resilient
Truth always comes to life, time reveals it
Time reveals it
[Verse 2]
Black like my name, ****, shit what I know
I don't make friends, hop out and then I go
I don't pick sides, only my **** and they ****
We gon' turn the streets from projects into pillars
Pray all of my **** organize and strategize
Enemies are lurkin' round the way like camouflage
I'ma be a ****, get the picture 'fore I die
This is not a film, this is real, realize
Forty-three for combat, hit 'em right in they contact
All my **** abstract and we tight like we compact
**** carjack 'cause they jampacked and sidetracked
Came through our hoods, they ransacked, we pushed back
[Refrain]
Black like my skin, whoa, black like a Benz, whoa
Black like my friends, you see black in the end, whoa
Don't parlay with opps, but I can if you kinfolk
Got it like a syndrome, nuttin' rich as my skin tone
[Bridge]
Yeah
Know we really should be celebrated
But like everything else, we gotta fight for it, so
I'ma put on the gloves
[Verse 3]
Lemme state it, I real-estated when others hated
Born at Grady, a bastard baby, the single lady
I beat the odds, without God, I probably wouldn't have made it
It's underwhelmin' to be so overly underrated
But still they witnessin' all the riches of **** richness
Singin' and dancing's essentially just a **** business
But **** business can turn **** on to bigger business
They used to own us, but now we owners, that's independence
My phone is figures, I talked to Randell 'bout bigger figures
I told him, "I want a hunnid' mill'," he said, "Think bigger"
Fuck livin' average, I had to go savage to get lavish
I went from wearin' them leanin' that matches eyes embarrassed
And now I move through the Louvre, smooth, when I'm in Paris
My jewelry flashy, my shirts is garish, I'm drippin' ashes
On finest fabrics while in the back of a German carriage
Same birth date as Hitler, but fuck him, I'm a ****
[Refrain]
Black like my skin, whoa, black like a Benz, whoa
Black like my friends, you see black in the end, whoa
Don't parlay with opps, but I can if you kinfolk
Got it like a syndrome, nothing rich as my skin tone
[Chorus]
Oh, run up them millions
Oh, then build a village
Oh, then make your own rules
Fuck what they told you
Don't let 'em own you
Black and bright, black as night, black and brilliant
Walk by faith, not by sight, stand resilient
Truth always comes to life, time reveals it
Time reveals it
[Outro]
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Love, said, love
Said, me
Written by: Andre Lyon, Bruce Smith, Bryan Jones, Damien Romel Farmer, ERYN ALLEN KOEHN, Marcello Valenzano, Michael Render, Nathaniel Phillips, Rayshon Cobbs, Jr., Rayshon Lamont Cobbs, Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr., Warryn S. Campbell
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