Bidding War

[Intro]
I learned about the plight of a black man when I was a kid. So I look at a lot of things differently, because I understand...
But this is some, plight of a black man shit

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Yeah, Is this all what the game is ?
All these antics these niggas pull got me lost in amazement
I'm talking in Layman's terms
They know what being lost in a maze meant
A straight glimpse
Everytime I lift it off of this pavement, I display strength
You know what it's hitting for
Lil nigga pull a mission off
Spreading bodies, dead ops pissed him off
Then the labels have a bidding war
These C.E.O.s nevеr been to war
He's shifty but the streets risky
Ironic, all this spending got a nigga in a 360, spеak with me
Now this shit is in the devil's hands, like rock music
Metal bands don't bop to it
I never dance, I'm bulshitting
On the yacht, pouring out champagne in the see, like good riddance, that's good living
That cracker never did him like the hood did him, thats good with them
Damn, maybe that's a little irrational
You just escaped the hood and now got all these devils harassing you, they after you
Cause all they want is wealth, Another rapper dead
I swear we do this to ourselves, what the hell

[Interlude]
...what I'm saying, think about it
Black man getting money in America, in the hood, he gonna go buy a bunch of jewelry and a bunch cars and a bunch of shit, so he can prove to everybody that he got money
Who is doing that? Us
Because we think that's how you prove your status. Because of the anatomy of black people in America. Listen we gotta make these white folks believe that we got it, that we got it

[Verse 2: Che Noir]
Look, for the fans and lime, just Stand in line
Just give the record labels your autograph
Here’s ya chance to shine
It’s hammer time
It’s like a jukebox you gotta dance for dimes
By the time you wake up
You’ll be arm wrestling with the hands of time
Rappers look for a deal 'cause they pay faster, slave deals
Now they owning them stems that they say is masters, clout chasers
Now they all like a group of memes
A rapper's starter pack; a Rolex and a Cuban link
Guess you made it now?
Explain it how
Bullshit these labels push when ya face is brown
Make you sound like you a killer on records, spraying rounds
Say it's clout
Niggas don’t get it until they lay in clouds
These labels still make a check off of you
This a dangerous ground (Dangerous ground)
They prey on the young niggas poor
Pay attention the interest rate is what gets ignored
Then they pull the plug like extension cords
That’s until the next one comes and they turn they soul to a bidding war
It’s sad...

[Outro]
When that's what you are only proving to your black friends. That you got it
And then that when you do, your black friends ain't so.. are not too happy that you got it and they come after you
That's the planet for a black man in America
So because of that, we are in America where we don't have a culture, we don't have anything else to-to-to be like, No I care about our culture and I'll take care of our culture, so I'm going to take care of the man that is next to me