Lyrics:
I'mma steal this land
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black
white, don't get no blood on the dope
Burden on my head, dawg I need to get some bread
Chopper and a mask, gotta heater bustin heads
Now its music in
If we get locked up by the night, I know them folk gone try and hold us
Got gram for nigga on white, and we keep siph' for niggas who poured up
been all the time I need to find balance
Subtraction is easier than multiplication
It's either black or white
Either you're estranged or with the gang
Pickin' and a pullin' white cotton by the tons
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold
I fill my sack and I put it on my shoulder
And then I take one again
the backyardddd
By a lawn chair/
I was Sippin Timmy hoes
Cuttin grass John deer/
Call his family
He ain’t know his daddy
But his mommmm here/
WITT his HOMIE
special recipe (cupcake cupcake)
His purple pills made it in by mistake
White bread, toppings, doughnuts, muffins, cupcake dough
Cupcake, Cupcake Joe
All he
Never
You ain't never had a friend like me
Believe that
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
See at night, I watch the sky
I take
I screach in that jeep I get saved by the bell
I could tell she gone freak by the color of her nails
Nigga more hoes nigga more the merry
Fine white
and pull
Stitch, sew, I tried
Stitch, sew, you're alive
80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
GOTTA FAMILY TO FEED
BUT AINT NO JOBS WHERE IM FROM, AND I CAN’T GET A DEGREE,
SO IMA BOUT TO HIT THE BLOCK AND GET THIS SHIT BY ANY MEANS
CUZ WHERE IM
a mountain,
Roll up to the crib and hear shouting,
I say what's all the fuss, that shit is sus,
Go get hit by a bus, what's there to discuss,
Pissin
you can't take me back
Matter of fact
I think I need to relax
It's that White boy cool whip
Back with some new shit
Wishing that you knew this
Matt was
with new tags on
Need the Off-White with the blue tag on
Fuck it I'mma make a new rap song
Beatmaker saying it's who's rap song?
Fucking producer wants
don't invite in,
But since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate,
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
I got racks in the middle like a white man
I don't need no hype man, better get it right man
I got racks in the middle like a white man
I don't need
Pill like white Patron, I can see it, you conceited
Talkin' on the phone, and yeah, my tone mischievous
Plastic or the chrome, whatever we need to keep
understand? Made a hunnid
Bands while I dance yeah, I think I'm gonna
Need more rubber bands, go to France
I might take a chance, but you ain't my mans
Tell
dead to me
I've been sleeping with the enemy
Should keep your best friends close by
Should keep your best friends close by
You should keep your
jogging the other day, no issues
And the sad fact of the matter is, it's because I'm a White man in America
Blonde hair and pair of chucks, flannel wearing
make it to the Army or the Navy
Real spit, I used to live my low paid life
That's why I need my whip Cocaine White
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Pulled up to the dealer,
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