​theory 4 (coffee break)

[Intro: Richard Pryor]
"White folks take everything from us. They don't want niggas to have a headache. 'Gimme that headache, nigga!' (laughter) I like my white folks..."

[Verse]
Average ass dirt lamb niggas be trying to mask it
Get a swift slap like dirt napping a pig up in a masjid
Why would cats actually ask if dad had that access
Of which they could travel frugal with mad chips
Google Maps it
Lazarus came back to tap and ask a ratchet
If she knew why the caged bird sings
But she ain't even know
She was the caged bird sadness
Too busy snatching bags and clothes from the mall
Dashing this mad baggage
Comic's is too slapstick
I refuse to do Aladdin
Because my carpet lacks the magic right after Robin Will's passing
Phone in my hand all day no text from Jasmine
They speak on love but they be acting
They be acting

[Outro: Richard Pryor]
"I'll go back to you we hanging and shit no sing some of that nigga shit. 'Oh no sir we're white, no sir we can't.' C'mon sing! 'When the red red robin comes bob bob bobbing.' C'mon and sing, sing some of that nigga shit."