White Jesus
Tr38cho
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Now they out here saying it's illegal to be broke Yeah, I run the streets cuz I ain't got nowhere to go If you want exposure, homie, you should come and get a dose Of the everything you parents said you weren't supposed to know Tell me what you know about consensual violence Or watching an infant crawl from the garbage Poor little guy hey, where’s ya mama? Pointed to a rat and said “That’s my father Started from the bottom and the rent went up This fucking guy is on shit this month! Wife got em up in the sunken place Now he yellin in my face with nothin to say Like ‘HEY! I don’t really mean to complain But y’all be out here all day And I still ain’t paid lil punk and the lease is up But if he really want it will he fight me for it?” Now they out here saying it's illegal to be broke Yeah, I run the streets cuz I ain't got nowhere to go If you want exposure, homie, you should come and get a dose Of the everything you parents said you weren't supposed to know We don't own this crib But we control your kids We don't own this crib But we control your kids We don't own this crib But we control your kids Been this way since eighty-five And I don't mean a time when Christ was alive But I'm hung like this and I mirth you not I'mma get shot for the words that I jot If not, on the passenger side by the cops If not, I'mma spend my life in a box Y'all talk about it, read about it But come see the world that I survive Okay, now that you gentrified it And I gotta leave by the end of the month I'mma come by yours and don't say nothin' Your whole hood, let's get that jumpin' Now they out here saying it's illegal to be broke Yeah, I run the streets cuz I ain't got nowhere to go If you want exposure, homie, you should come and get a dose Of the everything you parents said you weren't supposed to know Pixelated view of the word as we know it Chill, White Jesus, you tryna be heroic? We don’t need you or the fuel for the fire That you put on the five other tires that you ride on Just a reminder your mind is comprised of Two small fries when it tries to ketchup Everybody’s armed and they tryna get a leg up Oh whatever, I’m just here to get it lit, yessir You sittin on the curb tryna merge in a lane That was made for the worst of America baby I came with a couple of the skaters to a park And there ain’t no need to get hysterical lady Now they out here saying it's illegal to be broke Yeah, I run the streets cuz I ain't got nowhere to go If you want exposure, homie, you should come and get a dose Of the everything you parents said you weren't supposed to know We don't own this crib But we control your kids We don't own this crib But we control your kids We don't own this crib But we control your kids
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