[Hook] If this is the privilege, come get some I’ll hand it out by the droves till your hands go numb Come take this white boy privilege, don’t just talk it up Work till the next sun—learn to fill your own cup [Verse 1] I didn’t grow up in a field of plenty I grew up with empty fridges and a table that stayed empty You scream “white boy privilege” like you finally understand That’s third-world mouth-noise for wanting what I have in my hands I obtained my own while you sat and moaned Late sleepless nights, work my body to the bone Yet you idiots keep shouting out your rotten mouths “He only got that ‘cause that white privilege is loud” [Hook] If this is the privilege, come get some I’ll hand it out by the droves till your hands go numb Come take this white boy privilege, don’t just talk it up Work till the next sun—learn to fill your own cup [Verse 2] Please—if this is privilege, step up, come get some I’ll throw it by the droves if it makes you feel like someone A little responsibility, a little backbone, that’s the start A little accountability, a little “build my own,” that’s the part Work from the morning past till the next day’s sun comes up Come take this white boy privilege and learn to fill your own cup You want the castle? Carry the brick. You want the name? Eat the dust You want the check? Bleed for it. You want respect? Earn the rust [Hook] If this is the privilege, come get some I’ll hand it out by the droves till your hands go numb Come take this white boy privilege, don’t just talk it up Work till the next sun—learn to fill your own cup [Verse 3] I came from the slums with dirt floors under my feet You cry welfare so the handouts can make you feel like a king in the street Government phone in your hand—I pay for that brick in your palm Typing away, social media, keyboard warrior, no skill, no calm While I slave away to earn that pay and build myself on my own You cry “white privilege” and demand the whole thing get handed, not grown You been a leech your whole damn life, you scam your own blood just to get by I’m not the one—I climbed my own self out while you sat there and lied From the worst of the worst I turned it around, brick by brick, no clout Built my own castle while you beat me with your doubt You don’t want equality, you want a plate you didn’t cook You don’t want justice, you want my pocket and a pity-book Come get some of this “privilege”—it’s called a spine and a shift It’s called empty fridge nights and still refusing to drift So fill your own cup or keep sucking the tap till it dries I’m done feeding mouths that only know how to cry [Hook] If this is the privilege, come get some I’ll hand it out by the droves till your hands go numb Come take this white boy privilege, don’t just talk it up Work till the next sun—learn to fill your own cup [Outro] Come get some Fill your own cup Come get some Or shut the fuck up
