Fyutch Pull Your Pants Up
[Intro]
This is the last song
That I'll ever say the word "nigga"
Jay-Z announced the death of auto-tune
Well, this the death of the word "nigga"
If you tryin' to stand for something
I suggest you stand behind this
[Hook]
Pull your pants up, nigga, pull your pants up
Pull your pants up, nigga, pull your pants up
Look they call you "nigga" and you answer
They still call you "nigga" cause you answer
[Verse 1]
Don't call me out my name
I ain't no boy, I ain't no slave
Hip hop changed the game, but it's time to rearrange
We made slang a global thing
It ain't racists if you say "nigga"
That's OK but nigga, uh huh no way
Ain't no difference, it's the same
Are you deaf? Do you need sign language?
We gave the world permission
Jokes on us, I feel insulted
Radio paints a picture, no progression just more ignorance
Quite frankly, I'm getting short tempered
With the way the media represents us
You don't get it, it's a system
Work so long that you don't question
We all got relatives in prison
No unity, only division
If you got a problem, say it how you mean it
Articulate it, use good English
Knowledge, learn somethin'
Can't take you serious if you sound dumb
But the answer ain't college
So much debt, freedom ain't an option
The life our leaders died for, look, we never got it
Families broken, mothers, fathers
Blame it on crack, blame Obama
Niggas too lazy to change things up
That we don't even pull our pants all the way up
Niggas to lazy to change things up
That we don't even pull our pants all the way up
[Hook]
[Interlude]
This song is dedicated to all the times I got called "nigga" in private school
All the frats bros that called me their nigga last week
And to all the niggas worldwide that think nigga is just a word now
Quit being an idiot
I'm Harold Michael Simmons the second
A scholar, an educator, a student of life
I'm pro black, pro white, pro life, all for progression
I just had to get this out my system
[Hook]
