Joey Fatts - Farrakhan (ft. Vince Staples)

Farrakhan Lyrics

[Intro: Farrakhan]
Now, now, you, you
Preachers and leaders
You, you, administrators
You teachers
You leaders, you, are the worst

[Hook 1: Joey Fatts (Farrakhan)]
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck crash
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan...
(You generation of young black men and women...)
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck crash
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan
Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan
(You can't feel it?)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Read up on ISIS the other day
Read up on violence, my phone on silent
Can't call my bluff or anybody, k?
Anybody get touched any kind of way
Anyway, read up on ISIS they trippin'
I ain't worried about it I'm crippin'
All my automatics extended
Don't be coming around with that come around
Kill everybody, no witness
Bandana brown like my pigment
Yeah my alma mater like Bunchy Carter
I gun it down, I gun it down
I'm black, proud, and my mac loud
Five powers to the people
Walk up get down through the peep hole
Coke game, cold case, nigga eat chrome
(Coldchain)

[Hook 2: Joey Fatts (Farrakhan)]
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck crash
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan...
(When you talk to young people, you can't feel that you're missing them?)
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck crash
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan
Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan
(And we don't want to hear your compromising...)

[Verse 2: Joey Fatts]
Feeling god body
When I'm walking around here with that shotty
I don't need a chronic, you gonna get that business if you try me
Bitch I'm radical, yeah, I'm radical, the automatics blow
Since the Regan era niggas serve and front that Texico
(They hate what they can't control
We don't fuck with no patrol
Take it back to fifty-four
Boy I'm sticking to them codes)
My fist high, my clique ready
Hood look like Katrina when they broke the levees
My gun cocked, my hand steady
Arm out the window in a black Chevy

[Hook 3: Joey Fatts (Farrakhan)]
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck crash
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan...
(Your day of using our people is over and it will never come back)
Bitch I'm Farrakhan with a blue rag
I want all beef, get toe-tagged
Don't do pigs, motherfuck crash
Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan
Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan
(You have bought into the enemy and you want to lead your people, not to God, not to Jesus, but you want to lead them into the path of their open enemy that God has come to separate them from)

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