[Chorus]
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
That’s not my style
Get the fuck outta here
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
That’s not my style
Get the fuck outta here

People hate me because my skin
Or the ways that I look at them
Or is it because my braids
Sometimes swing all in they face
Could it be pay nothin
Hang on the block cause I don’t give a fuck
Or is it because my flow
Make a real motherfucker wanna lose control
People hate me because they racist
Actin like they never seen a native goin places
Muddy face and all
Creepin up to attack and take out the frauds
If you are here I suggest you bounce
Unless you wanna see a tomahawk split your mouth
In other words
Put that racist in his place
Do what you gotta
No matter what it takes

[Chorus]
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
That’s not my style
Get the fuck outta here
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
That’s not my style
Get the fuck outta here

Get stopped by the cops
Cause I represent
Like it’s my fault
Your thoughts don’t mean shit
So they pull the race card, gang-related
Group in this in a hoopty faded
Who do they think they are
Hatin on me cause I’m raisin the cause
My life, my mind, my choices
Fuck what they think
I ignore hatin voices
Try to tell us how to dress and how to act
And how to live fuck that
Well they can keep they balls

“You put your hands up
What what! ?
You with the sticker in the window
It’s a fuckin sticker
What are you doin with that in your window
It’s a fuckin sticker
Put your hand up and get down on the ground
This is some bullshit”

[Chorus]
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
That’s not my style
Get the fuck outta here
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
That’s not my style
Get the fuck outta here

Don’t you know I’m on top
Wanted dead or alive by the world
Cause I’m bringing somethin hot
I’m a killa that you can’t stop
Never once will you see tied down on the tracks in a knot
I get chased cause I hate
Now I’m ready to fight
If anybody wanna make it
Bring the move right on
And if your fuccin lucky
At your funeral they will play this song

He lived life for love and good
Now he’s dead and gone
It’s his time or this world hatin
Doin others wrong
How come people build up courage
To hate on someone else
That’s why I keep it underground
Stay away from all the stress

[Chorus]
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
That’s not my style
Get the fuck outta here
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
Who gon grant you to be
Racist
That’s not my style
Get the fuck outta here