"Inauguration Day"

Prod. Lee Keyz Lyrics: Alright. A little more chill on this one, right. Haha. I don't got opps, I got blocks Whole sections of the city living under rocks I don't got motion, I got openness If you want that fake shit, turn on the global hits Uffda I wonder if I'll ever live to see the day of a Norwegian Or a Native president But we'll probably see a few more Black ones and a Mexican That's that Catholic unity, Jewish immunity Anti-integrated community They want more suburbs and Section 8 And to keep praising the racists and rapists every day What's that the Pledge of Allegiance Or some more Nazi shit They're complaining about logic and science They're complaining about your every day diet They're complaining about crying Who can we even feel safe calling a hero now days They all went to the Diddy parties Or they're Donald Trump integrated Bigots and stalkers, lawyers and doctors So now I'm about the age where I'm supposed to Have one of those, most likely, rapist faggots Stick their fingers up my butthole and tell me if I have cancer Or have the counterpart female do it Like they're any different Indignant, indifferent Ole, 'I stood up to my man but he just wasn't giving in' They'll do everything but give me my money, ya know But then they'll say, 'Oh, you just need to manifest You just need to need to say They will give me my money' Ya ok, they will give me my money On some alternate reality shit, these people They're like, 'If you were good at rapping, then you woulda had it' Haha, now who exactly do you think is good at rapping My little hip hop master Let me guess, 'boom bap Or someone that owns their masters And that's that And that's facts And that's rap You just gotta get cash You gotta get that You gotta sell crack And that's like real And then you give the spiel Once you hit the heel And then you get out and you got your deal And this is rapping No capping Cause then you got talent And you're happy You're a baddie Or a fattie' Or something Haha Oh my God Fuck yall man