🔊 [Intro – Low Voice, Spoken Truth]
🎙️
Granny told him...
“You Indian, baby.”
But he ain’t listen.
Now he rockin’ Kente cloth, postin’ memes…
Talkin’ down on his own bloodline.
Let’s talk about it.
[Hook – Deep, Short Cadence, Ice Cold]
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He a 5 dollar African (facts),
Scared to move to the motherland (run).
Ain’t do research, just follow trends,
Now he a puppet for other men.
Said he woke, but can’t name kin,
School said "slave," now he locked in.
Granny said “Indian,” truth got banned,
He a 5 dollar African… used by the plan.
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[Verse 1 – Relly Gunz Flow, Short Setups]
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Granny said Creek, he said, “Nah, I'm Black”
School said Africa, he ran with that
Ain’t check Dawes, ain’t open no file
Ain’t trace one name, just lie for style
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He mock folks who got their tree
He project pain — don’t look at me
You scared of truth, you dodge your roots
Rather be “lost” than research proof
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Now he on Twitter, callin' us fake
Whole time he the one that's breakin'
No tribal ties, just cosplay talk
No land, no rights, just TikTok walk
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They usin’ him bad — Africa bait
Guilt trip king — send cash, no plate
Don’t even speak Swahili, bro
But got flags up like he really know
[Bridge – Spoken Word Interlude, Slow Echo]
🎙️
They said “Go build Africa.”
But they won’t go either.
They sit here…
And tell you to carry a continent they abandoned.
You the workforce.
Not the warrior.
[Hook – Repeat with More Bass]
🎶
He a 5 dollar African (facts),
Scared to move to the motherland (run).
Ain’t do research, just follow trends,
Now he a puppet for other men.
Said he woke, but can’t name kin,
School said "slave," now he locked in.
Granny said “Indian,” truth got banned,
He a 5 dollar African… used by the plan.
🎶
[Verse 2 – Finish the Story, Drop the Bombs]
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He fundin' their roads, their food, their gear
While his own hood starvin' every year
He brag "I’m African," won’t get a visa
But clown his own blood, call 'em “amnesia”
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He repeat lies, never read law
Never checked treaties, never saw Dawes
Grandma gone, now her truth rot
‘Cause he bowed to books she fought
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Africans laughin' — they got their wins
They use his pain, flip it for spins
He post they flags, but not his land
He a drone for a plan he don’t understand
💥
This ain't hate — this cold detox
Wake up, bro, take off the locks
You from here, this blood run deep
You the copper-toned king they couldn’t delete
[Final Hook – Cold, Short, and Heavy]
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He a 5 dollar African,
Scared to move to the motherland.
Ain’t do research, just follow trends,
Now he a puppet for other men.
Said he woke, but can’t name kin,
School said "slave," now he locked in.
Granny said “Indian,” truth got banned,
He a 5 dollar African… used by the plan.
🎶
[Outro – Spoken Low and Slow, Piano Fades Out]
🎙️
He mocked his own…
To be accepted by strangers.
He rejected the soil beneath his feet…
For a fantasy he ain’t never walked on.
5 dollar African.
Cheap mind.
High cost.
