Look at all the seeds I done sowed Somebody call the reaper for me Shit is getting old I never gave respect to a wolf in sheep's clothes I never shared a bed with a lady who weren't woke Lord knows Okay okay okay okay You know i'm lying Could have Martin Luther King But had dreams of King of Diamonds Adele was chasing pavements I was busy ducking sirens Could never play a dull boy Please i'm busy shinning Can't rewrite the past No way that's a long story Saw roots before I saw Toy Story I've seen pictures where They left a nigga's guts gory So I never gave thanks they Took the land from me Oh, cut the cheque All I want is 40 acres A mule and my respect All I want is hard food My dues and diligence Why we only shed a tear when Blood spills in the west I got these chains on me Feel like mansa, feel like musa Took this gold from me Feel like Midas with the touch Might clutch this rosary No more interviews for free they Took this gold from me This is big lips, hands still Swinging from my nuts I've been high through all My lows, so i'm belligerent As fuck. i'm from the land where Walking like your shook could get you Touched. toes, to the pavement Want a ride? then saddle up I can tell you about the struggle I'm from the culture where we bow To greet our mothers. My daddy Taught me nothing free except the knowledge We taking notes and send that change Back to our brothers. Oh you silly Motherf— Cut the chat, cut the cheque All I want is acres a mule and My respect. No apologies for my cadence Tempered words have got me vex Want it now, I want all my dividends We ain't buddies, we ain't friends I'll take it all back for the ends Gimme Gimme that Another penny for your thoughts Never needed that. Tears don't dry on their own I'm going back to black I just lost another Brother so i'm back in black Look at all the seeds I done sowed Somebody call the reaper for me Shit is getting old I never gave respect to a wolf in sheep's clothes I never shared a bed with a lady who weren't woke Lord knows