I’m goin’ back to the South I’m goin’ back, back, back, back Where my roots ain’t watered down Growin’, growin’ like a Baobab tree Of life on fertile ground, ancestors put me on game Ankh charm on gold chains, with my Oshun energy, oh Drip all on me, woo, Ankara Dashiki print Hol’ up, don’t I smell like satya, Nag Champa incense? Yeah, pure ice (ice), ice (ice), buss down Uh, flooded (flooded), flooded (flooded), on my wrist, ow Ooh, goin’ up, goin’ up, motherland, motherland drip on me Ooh, melanin, melanin, my drip is skin deep, like Ooh, motherland, motherland, motherland, motherland drip on me Eeya, I can’t forget my history is her story, yeah Being black, maybe that’s the reason why they always mad Yeah, they always mad, yeah Been passed ’em, I know that’s the reason why they all big mad And they always have been
Honey, come around my way, around my hive Whenever momma says so, momma say Here I come on my throne, sittin’ high Follow my parade, oh, my parade Talkin’ slick to my folk (my folk), nip that lip like lipo (lipo) You hear them swarmin’, right? Bees is known to bite Now here we come on our thrones, sittin’ high Follow my parade, oh, my parade
On fours, all black All chrome, black-owned Black tints, matte black Walked by, my window down, let ’em see who in it Crack a big smile (ding) Go figure, me and Jigga, fifty ‘leven children They like, “Chick, how?” I charge my crystals in a full moon You could send them missiles, I’ma send my goons Baby sister reppin’ Yemaya (Yemaya) Trust me, they gon’ need an army Rubber bullets bouncin’ off me Made a picket sign off your picket fence Take it as a warning Waist beads from Yoruba (woo) Four hunnid billi’, Mansa Musa (woo) Stroll line to the barbeque Put us any damn where, we gon’ make it look cute Pandemic fly on the runway, in my hazmat Children runnin’ through the house and my art, all black Ancestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat (Ancestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat) Hold my hands, we gon’ pray together Lay down, face down in the gravel We wearin’ all attire white to the funeral Black love, we gon’ stay together Curtis Mayfield on the speaker (woo) Lil’ Malcolm, Martin, mixed with momma Tina (woo) Need another march, lemme call Tamika (woo) Need peace and reparation for my people (woo) Fuck these laid edges, I’ma let it shrivel up (shrivel up) Fuck this fade and waves, I’ma let it dread all up (dread all up) Put your fists up in the air, show black love (show black love) Motherland drip on me, motherland, motherland drip on me
Honey, come around my way, around my hive Whenever momma says so, momma say Here I come on my throne, sittin’ high Follow my parade, oh, my parade Talkin’ slick to my folk (my folk), nip that lip like lipo (lipo) You hear ’em swarmin’, right? Bees is known to bite Now here we come on our thrones, sittin’ high Follow my parade, oh, my parade
We got rhythm (we got rhythm), we got pride (we got pride) We birth kings (we birth kings), we birth tribes (we birth tribes) Holy river (holy river), holy tongue (holy tongue) Speak the glory (speak the glory), feel the love (feel the love) Motherland, motherland drip on me, hey, hey, hey Motherland, motherland drip on me, hey, hey, hey I can’t forget my history, it’s her story Motherland drip on me, motherland, motherland drip on me
Honey, come around my way, around my hive Whenever momma says so, momma say Here I come on my throne, sittin’ high Follow my parade, oh, my parade Talkin’ slick to my folk (my folk), lift that lip like lipo (lipo) You hear ’em swarmin’, right? Bees is known to bite Now here we come on our thrones, sittin’ high Follow my parade, oh, black parade
