I Used To Be Into Dope

I used to be into dope, now Im into racism
No feelings
Uh
Straight killer, bruh
I know what youre feeling, bruh
People say Im prejudice
I say thats what a villain does
Yeah
Take me back
Uh
All my niggas starting up
539s dont 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 its **** Christians
No DEVOs, just new editions
**** Clapton, his souls missing
I know it must be heartbreaking stealing from spooks
But you a good damn vulture, so you aint got no culture, nigga
Get the foreigners out
Get the wogs out
Get the coons out
Keep Britain white
I used to be into dope, nigga, now Im into racism
Its much heavier, man
****ing wogs, man
****ing Saudis taking over London
( Come again)
Eric Clapton, 1974, yall hear em
Ive been getting treated for a chronic lack of ****s
Man, these pussy ass cops always tryna lock me up
Talking bout 'Im oppressed'
Man, these cacs dont know what oppressed is
We getting shot in the street
They just gotta hear about the death
But you know, fo sho
And thats just how it goes
We make all the hits, labels, they take all the gold
Slap my girl with a kiss
Tell my daddy Ill be rich
Mom, Im sorry for this shit
But I cant always stay your kid
Pack my bags
Take two steps in the grass
Out my house, oh yeah
Im the man
Got my cash and a plan
To get rich off this land
Watch where you live, baby, watch where you stand
I wont be no bitch, cause Uncle Sam will lose his mind
To see this little nigga rich, man
Oh lord have mercy, mercy, mercy
party, party, party