lirik lagu nico roberts - cheerleader
[verse]
y’all ain’t never gave a f~ck, now y’all mad i’m yellin’?
they fed me bullets in my dreams and said i’m rebellious
told me freedom was a gift, but they kneelin’ on necks
same country sent drones, now they beg for respect
how the f~ck i’m supposed to pledge with a knee on my chest?
y’all play defense with oppression, i play offense with stress
look, i ain’t your puppet, i ain’t your mascot for grief
i ain’t the smiling face that dies in the newsprint leaf
i’m that whisper in thе riots, i’m that tear in your church
i’m the kid y’all labelеd threat ‘cause he ain’t die first
nah, i ain’t passive, i ain’t prayin’ to the stars no more
i’m too aware of what you glorify wars for
you made my brother a felon before he even touched weed
said “land of the free,” but put a price on our peace
and don’t tell me ‘bout god, y’all k!ll in his name
blew up schools, made prophets, but who profits from pain?
i’m black and i’m loud and i’m proud and i’m p~ssed
and y’all scared of me ‘cause you can’t silence this fist
call me hypocrite? yeah, i’ll take that crown
at least i speak my evil while y’all let yours drown
y’all elected devils and prayed for their sins
then said i’m dangerous when i talked ‘bout revenge
ain’t no justice in your system, just a factory scheme
turn trauma into trials, turn hope into dreams
they made me a cheerleader of pain, that’s rich
say “inspire the kids” while they tighten the whip
i ain’t here to entertain y’all comfort, b~tch
i’m here to scream truth ‘til the culture flips
can’t lie, i’m bitter
i got guilt in my liver
every flag i burned lit a spark in a sinner
i don’t mourn clean, i don’t cry cute
i wear rage like a bomber in a tailor suit
i’m your mirror, america, i’m your hate reborn
i’m the chant in the street, i’m the black unicorn
i’m the fetus you feared, i’m the verse you banned
i’m your past in a hoodie with a mic in hand
let the police read this and misquote every line
let the judge call it threat while my people do time
i ain’t the problem — i’m the proof of the design
you want us broken, docile, chained to decline
but not me — i spit red in your courtroom’s air
paint the stars and the stripes with despair
they said, “why so angry? you got fans and fame”
tell that to the corpses they tagged with my name
y’all love us dead, poetic, sanitized
but living and loud? you call that weaponized
i’m the cheerleader for trauma, the martyr’s son
born in a land where you fear the tongue
of a black boy with pain, of a truth untamed
you don’t want change, you want blame rearranged
they say:
“be less harsh” f~ck that
“be more calm” f~ck that
“be like martin” y’all k!lled him, remember that?
i’m the malcolm, the riot, the curse, the breath
i’m the chant your granddad regretted in death
so when the beat fades, remember my tone
don’t quote me when i’m dead, quote me now that i’ve grown
this ain’t rap — this a hex, a baptism of fire
i ain’t your cheerleader, i’m your funeral choir
i don’t march for your comfort, i move for my dead
i spit facts like coffins, paint the pavement red
i ain’t poetic for peace, i’m poetic for war
you ain’t woke, you just sleepin’ with a merchandised cause
you brand black pain, then you sell it in stores
then tell me to behave when i’m kickin’ in doors
put my trauma on a canvas, call it culture, huh?
that’s not praise — that’s a crime y’all all fundin’, bruh
i see allies in hashtags but silence in laws
you love a protest pic but not the bruises it caused
don’t tell me “we’re healing” when y’all skipped the scars
and still hire racists to write your memoirs
i got demons from the system, i got ghosts in my skin
i been jailed in my mind, i been tried for my grin
they made fear my religion, they made guilt my food
they made silence a virtue when you grow up in the hood
but i spit like my throat’s got a riot inside
my ancestors’ screams ain’t nowhere to hide
they don’t want a voice — they want mannequins
just smile, rap, dance, then vanish again
i told my mama, “i’m scared of success”
‘cause too many of us die for bein’ our best
what’s the price of light in a country this dark?
a target on your back if your verse leaves a mark
they say, “use your platform” but not too loud
“stay humble” just means “don’t make us feel proud”
“be grateful” means “ignore how we k!lled your kin”
“you made it out” but i carry my sin
i’m sick of the prayers, i need policy signed
i’m sick of apologies carved in rewind
i’m sick of y’all tears only comin’ for clout
i’m sick of reporters that twist what i’m about
y’all hate when i scream, but you bored when i teach
y’all love when i dance, but you mute when i preach
you want rhythm and soul without the revolt
you want blackness clean, wrapped in a hallmark quote
i ain’t your negro — i’m a f~ckin’ storm
i was born from the ashes of a nation torn
i’m the raised fist you blurred from the frame
i’m the eulogy you edited to soften my name
i got bars for the broken, i got truth for the d~mned
i got fire in my stomach that no flag can stand
i got bloodlines screaming, “don’t ever forget!”
so i write with revenge and a noose on my neck
i write like i’m haunted, i spit like i’m cursed
i rap like america’s sins got reversed
i ain’t here for approval, i ain’t here for your nod
i’m here for the kids that grew up praying to god
to survive one more day without cops in their spine
to walk down the block and not get profiled blind
they label us angry — we are, you fools
they label us hostile — we’re breaking your rules
they want peace when they control the terms
but won’t give water while the black city burns
i ain’t here to unify, i’m here to divide
the real from the fake, the free from the blind
i’m not a role model — i’m a loaded speech
a sermon in flames that your textbooks bleach
so f~ck your debates, f~ck your neutral stance
if you ain’t fightin’ with us, then don’t ask to dance
i’d rather die on this mic than live in disguise
i’d rather bleed truth than swallow their lies
i’m the reason y’all nervous when the beat cuts off
i’m the chant in your silence, i’m the price of your fraud
i’m the grave y’all dug but forgot to fill
i’m the spirit of justice that won’t stay still
so when the world rewinds and the history’s shown
don’t paint me holy if you left me alone
don’t quote my lyrics if you erased my pain
don’t praise my art while ignoring my name
i’m the cheerleader of chaos, the flame you sparked
the voice you tried to silence now loud in the dark
i’m the sentence you censored now etched in stone
the riot that started in your comfort zone
and when i die, let my verses ignite
a generation that sees through the patriotic spite
put my face on the flag and let it burn in the street
while the bassline stomps like protest feet
‘cause i ain’t your product, i ain’t your sellout
i’m the scar in your system, i’m the scream you doubt
and if you still ain’t heard me, rewind it all
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