[Intro: *Richard Pryor sample*]
"It's nice to have pride about your shit. I went home to the motherland, and everybody should go home to Africa. Everybody, especially black people. I was leaving, and I was sitting in a hotel, and a voice said to me, said 'Look around, what do you see?' And the voice said 'Do you see any niggas?' 'No'"
[Verse 1: B Dot & *sample*]
Look, nigga or negus
They unrelated, trust me I'm a linguist
Don't try to convince us just because you can't distinguish
'Nigga' come from slavery, basically from the Portugueses
You still a nigga if you shopping up at Neiman's
Marcus tried to tell us it was better just to leave 'em
Now you don't even know a true leader when you see him
They tell you you a nigga and you repeat it when you greet 'em, nah
But I ain't yo' "nigga"
Yeah I ride up on the block with my top down low and my beats up high middle finger to the sky but I ain't no "nigga"
Don't get it twisted listen, come on through my district Blood and Cripping fingers getting twisted but we ain't no "niggas"
[Chorus: B Dot]
I put that on God, I put that on myself
I know I'm a god, I put that on myself
No I ain't ya' nigga, I am not the help
I put that on God, I put that on myself
I put that on God, I put that on myself
I know I'm a god, I put that on myself
No I ain't ya' nigga, I am not the help
I put that on God, I put that on myself
[Interlude: *sample*]
"You know what it is, here's what I tell you. You wanna say 'nigga', but you don't wanna be followed out of a store. You wanna say 'nigga', but you don't wanna be discriminated on by police. You wanna say 'nigga' but you don't wanna not be able to get a fucking cab in the rain."
[Verse 2: B Dot & *sample*]
Listen I don't give a fuck how much we say that shit in music
You can sing along to my song but 'nigga' you bet' not use it
And this shouldn't be confusing yeah you say that shit in concert
But you say that shit to me in the streets and you gon' get yo' jaw hurt
This is our word, and our world
And you are just a guest, go get yo' bra girl
These brothers be tripping got you thinking that you a runner-up
Just 'cause you let 'em fuck don't mean you one of us
But got the nerve to talk shit to a black queen
And all the while you living out your black dream
You got yo' lips done, you got yo' ass done
Genetically you know you could not have one
And now you even talking with a accent
Your daddy disappointed you love black dick
Wearing our culture like it's fashion
Tryna ride with us then buckle up and fasten
Wanna be a "nigga", well wait until we pass this
Light we get pulled over we get shot and get our ass kicked, nigga
[Chorus: B Dot & *Richard Pryor sample*]
"I don't want them hip white people coming up to me calling me no nigga or telling me nigga jokes. I don't like it"
I put that on God, I put that on myself
I know I'm a god, I put that on myself
No I ain't ya' nigga, I am not the help
I put that on God, I put that on myself
I put that on God, I put that on myself
I know I'm a god, I put that on myself
No I ain't ya' nigga, I am not the help
I put that on God, I put that on myself
[Interlude: B Dot]
You niggas ain't shit. You niggas ain't never had shit, never gon' be shit, you just another fucking nigga. Look at all these niggas on this block, what the fuck make you think you gon' be any different nigga? Just a motherfucking nigga, always gon' be a nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga. Ain't nothing changed, niggas is the same. Just another fucking nigga
[Verse 3: B Dot]
I don't wan' be nigga no mo'
Please don't call me nigga no mo'
I am king yeah, that is fo' sho'
I have fo'-fo's at ya' front do'
Don't try to play me, don't try to tame me, I'm out of control
You cannot lame me, man you cannot name me, a nigga no mo'
I am conflicted, from what I have witnessed
Niggas be killing each other close distance, I'm talking inches
Here come news reporters, bitch mind ya' bidness
You do not know us, you cannot show us
A better way out, so don't try to scold us
You never could hold us, you always in doubt
The system is wicked, so all of my niggas we kick it
On the block tryna count up the digits
Smoking and fucking on bitches
The class was in session I missed it
Until a OG came and gave me the game, ever since then shit has not been the same
To tell you the truth all my feelings have changed
And look at me now I'm a god, ready to go against odds
Better yet call me a Netjer, that ancient Kemetics was wise
I look at you dead in yo' eyes, and tell you it's not a facade
You just gon' have to oblige, and pay me homage, I change yo' mind
I'm not no nigga
