Miss Black America

See, Mississippi is not actually Mississippi's problem

Mississippi is America's problem

God Bless America

You wanna free us, pay them teachers like they senators

I pray my brother see the king in his people

I pray my sister see the queen in her people

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I still pay my taxes, yet they pay us minimum wage

Pulled up with that ya ya, pull the shotta, ain't no case

Cuzzo, we ain't gonna rest until then folks is caged

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, nah-nah-nah

I made a million, and I never went to Harvard

I told my daddy he gon' have a wealthy daughter

Blacker the berry' melanin my Alma mater

Oohwee, you's a bad mother-, shut your mouth

And I won't rest until a black face owning Gucci

I seen the future and Wakanda ain't a movie

I talked to God, He said my skin was such a beauty

Oohwee, you's a bad mother-, shut your mouth

Ay, you's a bad mother-

I'm tryna see them KK members go back undercover

And I'm so M-I crooked letter south

Grew up next to Waffle House

My daddy daddy on the field

I bet I'm gonna own my deal

Show out for my people

I stand taller than steeples

Afro thick like sheep wool out the peephole

(Ya-ya) try to creep up

We don't play no games with no racists or no lames

This ain't chess or checkers, check your chest up

You won't be the same (mink, mink)

Country folk intelligent, like by far

Ebonics was the start of it all

Had our own language despite they complaining

We built and sustained it, you couldn't understand it, mane

I ain't got time for the haters and the baiters talking down on the South

Oohwee, you's a bad mother-, shut your mouth

We far from a magic negro

That Hollywood designed to help the whitewashed heroes

More then a elevator worker or bellhop server

That gotta show you where the key go

More then the help

Granny cooked the meal, gon' help yourself