Instead of white sheets now they dress in fancy shit
Got a three-piece suit like management
See they're global brand is expanding
These motherfuckin' clean-cut Klansmen
Won't sit around 'cause I can't stand them
But look around all I see is fans of them (yuh)
Fuck Trump 'cause his mans and them
Ain't nothing but clean-cut Klansmen
Leading all the old white men, call him Mick Jagger
Now they gettin' bold, ain't afraid to attack us
Won't stand for shit from no whip-cracker
So I'm just dancing on this bitch, like I'm Puttin' on the Ritz, cracker
I ain't tryna go back to jail
But I'd rather that than see us back in hell
So I'm funky on the track, Super Sapien Dell
'Cause issa monkey on back, Donald J. Marcel
Big whites on my tail like a poodle show
They took a stance now I can't be neutral, no
But I don't wanna get into that 'cause who you know
Get their guns off the internet, Google Chrome
This '23 lynch mob, every single one
Got a wife, got kids, got a badge and a gun
It's all in the game but it's rigged son
So I don't wanna be a player nigga, Big Pun
See Breonna had a door
That door had a bell
Cops came to that door with some bad intel
And Breonna was asleep when they came with the shells
Now Breonna, she in heaven and these rotten cops can rot in (rot in)
Hello operator it's a nigga with a nine
If you see the Terminator tell him hit my line
I was a square MC, lil Einstein
Now it's Melly who tellin' me what I got on my mind
Instead of white sheets now they dress in fancy shit
Got a three-piece suit like management
See they're global brand is expanding
These motherfuckin' clean-cut klansmen
Won't sit around 'cause I can't stand them
But look around all I see is fans of them (yuh)
Fuck Trump 'cause his mans and them
Ain't nothing but clean-cut klansmen
It's America, I know it's fucked and I ain't even from there
Police with a pole to your dome at the funfair
I don't give a fuck about your color, if you from there
Everybody struggle but they pushing out the guns there
White versus Black versus everyone else
From the outside war is all I see on the shelf
Got fentanyl covering the pills that you dealt
I just wanna take a bean not die in a cell
I guess the coke mixed up, opioids five-o
Bet you 80's motherfuckers really miss Pablo
We ain't never far from a brand new Escobar
Cocaine dirty cartel got cleaner cars
You know you wildin'
When I gotta go and get the big homie from Ireland to get dialed in
You northeast African, living in denial
If you think you sleeping in peace in klan sheets
Like with Kanye we make all kinda excuses
While that nigga making designer nooses
Ye, we know you ain't right like Rufus
But you fucking with the streets, and the streets got shooters