My mommy raised me in the era when
Hedgefunders deal money like heroin
To these billionaire junkies upper class
Way past racist hate you if you're white gray or black

That's that profit before people, get that cash spread that thirst
Make them want that that's evil, don't let them know that it's cursed
So they'll stay happy with all these games we say that we're playing
As long as just a few crackahs get the majority of gain

Crackahs used to be racist, but now we're not it's okay
I'll divest from your whip's stock, while you rock a chain
Crackahs claimin they colorblind, well that's not okay
And they still only work with you if their's profit to gain

New Crackahs

New crackahs, doin the same old jackin, stealin'
I think it's time that one of these new crackahs revealed them
Their aggression is passive, I'll give it to you real man
Here's the deal...

Yeezy feels me it aint easy being rich
But I'd rather apologize than bitch
Trickle down economics ain't shit
Y'all should revolt look it up, marxist

New crackahs, doin the same old jackin, stealin'
I think it's time one of these new crackahs revealed them
Their aggression is passive, I'll give it to you real man
Here's the deal...

Fuck silver spoons, mine was platinum
I don't know why that shit happens
I know that we the new crackahs, playing along like we actors
Playin along like we actors, we're all compounding the factors
I know that we the new crackahs, but we're too afraid to act up

So I got my degree, from that ivy league
'Cause crackahs like bragging 'bout getting educated privately
And meanwhile I learned how rhyme and flow on the firest beats
By borrowing hip hop for poorer people who were inspiring to me

But now they talking bout they cars, they jewelry, they shoes
That ain't why you're a star, man I'm sorry, to be rude
But I drove that, I rocked that, I flew that jet too
I'm impressed by your creativity, not what it got you

Plus y'all rappers ain't rich, 'cept Jay Z and his bitch
30 times your worth in my trust fund, so stop talking shit
Son of gun of a hedge fund, that's that new old money
Blue Ivy and me, generation milk and honey

But she comes from the fame, I'm from anonymity
I got money, no name brand, try figure me
Swiss accounts, or is it cayman islands?
IRS looking for Chris Tucker, bitch aim higher

New crackahs, doin the same old jackin, stealin'
I think it's time that one of these new crackahs revealed them
Their aggression is passive, I'll give it to you real man
Here's the deal...

Yeezy feels me it ain't easy being rich
But I'd rather apologize than bitch
Trickle down economics ain't shit
Y'all should revolt look it up, Marxist

Hanh?