Hey YouTube

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[Intro] Hmph C'mon, YouTube Why you ban my stuff? I thought we were supposed to be tolerant I mean, what happened to My Truth? You know, it's funny how All these rappers talkin' 'bout murderin', killin' Rapin', stealin', and I get banned? [Verse 1] They trippin' at ya' boy, YouTube gave me one strike Ya'll about to see the hand of God, gimme one swipe Callin' out sin, but ya'll j'wanna shun Christ But, e'rybody bowin' to the Son, when He comes, right? And, maybe I should make a song, a thuggin' like it's cool Or, maybe make a song a sellin' drugs to the youth Maybe then I'll blow up, maybe then I'll be huge Big Tech fights back, when you fightin' for the truth Look, I ain't passive with the work, but if I rap like Lil' Durk And kill black men, then go brag on who I merk Or, tell kids to get high, like pass another Perc But, that path don't work, man, the last will be first You've picked a fight with the deal breaker I'm a American, and y'all the real traitors You gon' see the sword, and He the steel maker Then, you goin' to the furnace, He the real baker Now, how it feel to be a vapor? [Pre-Chorus] Hey, YouTube, why you ban me? I just wanna live, I ain't tryin' to get ya' Grammy Deleting people that ya' don't like, must be handy I thought y'all were tolerant, I'm not understanding [Chorus] I support the people, real families I'm on God's team, you need Him, badly Hey, YouTube, why you ban me? You backed me in a corner, now you made a vigilante [Verse 2] Look, you made a vigilante Y'all gon' be crappin' in your panties When ya see the King comin' with the Stanley Hammer comin' down on you to patty, heh I serve a God of war, now that's manly, huh Twitter, iTunes, Instagram, Spotify YouTube in bed with elite, ya'll are codified Heaven's exclusive, you may not qualify You may be swimmin' in fire, with the Sodomites Ouch! Look, I'm just tryin' to tell people truth You bannin' my boys, and you bannin' me, too You say I'm the Klan, 'cause I stand with the blue Go 'head, stand with the devil, I stand with my crew I know you wanna get ya' little hands on my new bae I know you really wanna ban the 2A Look, this could go one of the two ways Nah, screw it, man, send me to the gulags, where's my cell? [Pre-Chorus] Hey, YouTube, why you ban me? I just wanna live, I ain't tryin' to get ya' Grammy Deleting people that ya' don't like, must be handy I thought y'all were tolerant, I'm not understanding [Chorus] I support the people, real families I'm on God's team, you need Him, badly Hey, YouTube, why you ban me? You backed me in a corner, now you made a vigilante
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Credits
- Writers
- Tyson James
- Anywaywell