[Verse 1] All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino beat To talk about oppression That's repressin' my peeps Ride around in that green hooptie With my Uncle T NWA blastin', we screamin' "fuck the police" (fuck 'em) Cause they don't give two shits about me I mean we when I say Ferguson they talk about me Little brown, Mike Brown Shot down in Missouri They keep us in misery And get a desk job when the coroner leave They don't even take they badge, a racist act Just take a president to make 'em black Hope that we live in bliss And take a nap to create with the same brush that paint the past Cause it's still the same shit We don't run it up for no help Cause you know we bound to get hit
[Hook 1] All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino beat To talk about these hatin' motherfuckers Talkin' 'bout me All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino beat To talk about these hatin' motherfuckers Talkin' 'bout me
[Verse 2] Let's talk about hate Hate in the game Be the same niggas that you made your friend You give me a beat, they ain't play it then Then you run around town like you made my name Showed you nothin' but love Somethin' strange deranged Just wanted to see and make some change What about old friends that claim I change I ain't changed, I'm grown about my change
[Hook 2] All I needed was a Clams Casino beat To talk about these loyal fans That be talkin' 'bout me All I needed was a Clams Casino beat To talk about these loyal fans That be talkin' 'bout me
[Verse 3] Let's talk about fans Are they fake or real? They happy when you make the deal They build you up to make the kill To break you down, and claim you ain't real "Why you do songs with these pop icons Oh he moved on, dreamed the pay-off Fly state to state, two white girls in his arms Mr. Hollywood don't like us no more" Nah, that's a lie I like any girl with eyes, cutie pies Fat ass, sumo thighs Any complexion, girl you could be mine I love the fans who truly mine Respect the come-up, the Fergie grind Man art can be art sometimes Might fuck around and do a song with Bruno Mars