Red hat, red State, white Hood, White Cape
Same shit, different state, whats great? I'll wait
We don't get a plate, we don't get a seat, but we on our feet here to serve you
So we took those scraps and made soul food
Say your superior and its god that chose you
But the sun don't even like you look how it burn you
Yal don't want that truth, yal don't won't those roots
But you want those lips and you want those glutes
We the music, the culture the fashion ,The sauce , the juice and sazón
Told us to barbecue over there, now you mad that you can't come
Throwing a privilege tantrum, thats the new national anthem
Music to my F*ck'in ears , now keep dancing
Look in the mirror all I see is blessings
Melanin complexion Royal ancestrin
Look at my Sistrin and I look at my Bredrin
Tattoo Money - The One About America Lyrics
Tattoo Money - The One About America Lyrics
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Red hat, red State, white Hood, White Cape
Same shit, different state, whats great? I'll wait
We don't get a plate, we don't get a seat, but we on our feet here to serve you
So we took those scraps and made soul food
Say your superior and its god that chose you
But the sun don't even like you look how it burn you
Yal don't want that truth, yal don't won't those roots
But you want those lips and you want those glutes
We the music, the culture the fashion ,The sauce , the juice and sazón
Told us to barbecue over there, now you mad that you can't come
Throwing a privilege tantrum, thats the new national anthem
Music to my F*ck'in ears , now keep dancing
Look in the mirror all I see is blessings
Melanin complexion Royal ancestrin
Look at my Sistrin and I look at my Bredrin
Same shit, different state, whats great? I'll wait
We don't get a plate, we don't get a seat, but we on our feet here to serve you
So we took those scraps and made soul food
Say your superior and its god that chose you
But the sun don't even like you look how it burn you
Yal don't want that truth, yal don't won't those roots
But you want those lips and you want those glutes
We the music, the culture the fashion ,The sauce , the juice and sazón
Told us to barbecue over there, now you mad that you can't come
Throwing a privilege tantrum, thats the new national anthem
Music to my F*ck'in ears , now keep dancing
Look in the mirror all I see is blessings
Melanin complexion Royal ancestrin
Look at my Sistrin and I look at my Bredrin
Writer: Peter Armour
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