I Used To Be Into Dope

[Intro]
I used to be into dope, now I'm into racism
No feelings
Uh
Straight killer, bruh
I know what you're feeling, bruh
People say I'm prejudice
I say that's what a villain does
Yeah
Take me back

[Verse 1]
Uh
All my niggas starting up
539s don't startle us
Pardon us, we got too much
Everywhere we go, we got a crew cut
Coon-ass niggas low-key down with the GOP
Bitch-ass crackers wanna be down with the prophet
Barry got the key, let the master unlock it
Lock-picking, no wish-listing
Started from the bible, now it's fuck Christians
No DEVOs, just new editions
Fuck Clapton, his souls missing
I know it must be heartbreaking stealing from spooks
But you a God damn vulture, so you ain't got no culture, nigga

[Bridge]
"Get the foreigners out
Get the wogs out
Get the coons out
Keep Britain white
I used to be into dope, nigga, now I'm into racism
It's much heavier, man
Fucking wog's, man
Fucking Saudis taking over London"
(Come again)
Eric Clapton, 1974, ya'll hero

[Verse 2]
I've been getting treated for a chronic lack of fucks
Man, these pussy ass cops always tryna lock me up
Talking 'bout "I'm oppressed"
Man, these cac's don't know what oppressed is
We getting shot in the street
They just gotta hear about the death
But you know, fo' sho
And that's just how it goes
We make all the hits, labels, they take all the gold
Slap my girl with a kiss
Tell my daddy I'll be rich
Mom, I'm sorry for this shit
But I can't always stay your kid
Pack my bags
Take two steps in the grass
Out my house, oh yeah
I'm the man
Got my cash and a plan
To get rich off this land
Watch where you live, baby, watch where you stand
I won't be no bitch, 'cause Uncle Sam will lose his mind
To see this little nigga rich, man

[Sample]
Oh lord have mercy, mercy, mercy
[?] party, party, party