[Lyric] Dem Crackas (Ron Obasi)

[VERSE 1: Ron Obasi]
Feeling real debonair, in my black skin
Smiling at these white folks, should slap em
I Probably should blast 'em
Shit ain’t as it seems, life be catfish
Niggas ain't posting if it ain’t boasting, check the caption
Looking great in yo slave fabric, filled with sadness
I ain’t judging, I'ma scroll and double tap it
Enough on my plate like Uncle Sam and these bitch ass crackas
These bitch ass crackas
Talk shit and disconnect from these apps cause
I don't wanna participate in the groupthink and madness
It’s a difference between empathy and these dumb ass tools draining my energy
Killin me
As hard as it is to find balance, still deal with these bitch ass crackas
These bitch ass crackas

[VERSE 2: Ron Obasi]
Feeling real debonair, above average
Making movies with my niggas, close caption
Who the fuck need Spike when Seck got it mastered
Every black plight on the screen plastered
How we dealing with the - goal smashing, dream snatching
Inferior gene carryin'
We no chatter like the Europeans
We politican in slang
A Couple head nods, we ain’t sayin a thang
Just know we understand, yea
Tribal blood run deep in this culture of illusionists
They either using us or they shooting us
Youngins shimmy for the light like Lil Uzi does
But ya can't blame Lil Uzi cause
These bitch ass crackas
Bitch ass crackas
These bitch ass crackas
C'mon, bitch ass crackas
[SKIT]

[VERSE 3: $hrames]
Aye feeling real debonair drippin sauce on a cracka
And I get it from my walk my pockets got me off balance
All these financial aids got me ballin like Magic
I put a dollar on my jersey throw that hoe in the rafters
It was back in 8th grade when the juice started pouring
Stopped workin for them crackas then my fruits started growing
I can make a few provisions if you fueling where I’m goin
Or make you an example if yo stupid get to showing
Lookin down on a nigga cause it’s slurred when I talk
And Versace and exotic in the breeze when I walk
Here take a hit of this I guarantee you get lost
What’s the cost of this shit? I need reparations
I need everything fuck a reconciliation
Way too many skeletons chillin in the basement
Made myself a genius you relied on the placement
It ain’t yo fault cause
It’s these bitch ass crackas, damn
Aye it’s these bitch ass crackas
Lookout, aye
It’s these bitch ass crackas
They some hoes
Bitch ass crackas