40 Acres [explicit] Lyrics - T.i.

She done put her reparations in a handbag 

He done spent his reparations on his swag, 

swag 

A black nigga, put your fortunes in a 

sandbag 

Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a 

hashtag 

Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers, 

ain't no sowers 

They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over 

If racism ain't in color then it's damn sure in 

the class 

Got the races on each other, you got niggas 

then there's blacks 

You got crackers then there's whites, 

separated by the green 

After five hundred years, think we play for 

the same team 

Smokescreen, make the president the black 

guy 

It ain't no reason why you shouldn't have 

success, right? 

Forty acres and a Muller 

I spent my reparations on the jeweler 

I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' 

back 

Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck 

they lookin' at 

Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and 

a mule 

These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty 

acres and a mule 

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Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em 

Word to Robert F. Williams, feel 'em 

Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo 

Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh 

I don't give a damn what the preacher ever 

tell y'all 

Jesus, Muhammad, ain't comin', woo 

I'm a tell y'all what the ancestors shoulda 

done did when they seen the first boat 

comin, yeah 

Killed every man, child, woman, yeah 

Killed every damn thing on it, yeah 

Killed everything if it looked European, send 

it back to the Queen like, ho 

You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch we 

slit your throat 

We send them funny fuck boy preacher 

types back to the Pope 

Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa 

This the school of Shaka Zulu 

Fast forward to the future, choppa do you 

We done dyin' and they cryin' and we 

screamin' hallelujah 

When them crackas ask why say we did it for 

Lumumba, fucker 

Forty acres and a Muller 

I spent my reparations on the jeweler 

I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' 

back 

Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck 

they lookin' at 

Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and 

a mule 

These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty 

acres and a mule 

Load up my clip off a Zimmerman 

Filling my pocket with Benjamins 

Who the fuck are you? I been a man 

Them crackers see me "oh not him again" 

Take your ass out the trap middle finger to 

Trump 

Fuck the police, they crooked as they come 

They pull you over and know you legit 

Ask you for your license, when you reach 

then they dump 

Now the prison yard like the cotton field 

House nigga's snitchin', that's what got 'em 

killed 

Nigga thought he made it cause he got a 

deal 

First album suppo' been outta here 

Not quite dude, back to selling blow 

On some 24s I'm a send it here, learn to 

stay silent 

Learn more on these streets then they did in 

they college 

I'm certified, don't murder guys 

But my niggas still far from civilized 

Kill for anything but civil rights be the 

murder case 

Cause a nigga like, they heard it from the 

king, from the king 

What you mean, bitch? 

Trade my forty acres from my mule and my 

necklace, yeah 

Forty acres and a Muller 

I spent my reparations on the jeweler 

I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' 

back 

Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck 

they lookin' at 

Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and 

a mule 

These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty 

acres and a mule