Lyrics:
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
white friend said, "You niggas crazy"
I hope no one heard that, yeah
I hope no one heard that
'Cause if they did, we gon' be in some trouble, yeah
If
a lot of fake friends so now i say fuck them,
Look at my face does it look like i give a fuck then, write so many pages now I've got books and I've got
and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I'll concealed the piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just
a party
Fuck em all, don't be sorry
Im fighting in the ring against myself, Matt and Jeff Hardy
I came in, by my own, I don't need, no one else
I can fix
'cause I'm a white
Male and I always wave
To the cops when they pass by
To go arrest a black guy
Anywhere I want, I could get WiFi
I'm on the beach with
I just need myself I don't need no help
Cocaine white you should see how it sells
Prada and Gucci down to her feet
She a real bad girl that belongs
to 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 feet
You see, I
to 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 feet
You see, I
life through a new lens
Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through
When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle
Go tell your friends
Pullin back the alabaster curtains,
Still no path emerges
I'm impressed by the fact that I'm that submerged in
Lapses of anti-monastic sermons
Ill take
of them Off-Whites
You need to bring your ass over here
If your nigga wanna fight, bitch, come outside
I'm off this Hennessy, too many shots
Don't give
SHHHee
Gotta have a whole lotta stamina
I'ma mix the kale wit banana
White Tee like Tanner
She like the banter
Night wing and vamper and you get
a fuck about no karma
Lived in hell before I'm dead
Paved my way, live for my friends
Drip back like a leaking crack
White smoke curling off the can
Dark
off white
Smoke so much the inside of
My car need fog lights
Clags of smoke coming out of
The gat like exhaust pipe
I'll let the gun shoot and
Open up
For half my career I was part of that
My best friend got a burner, and it's lookin' like an artifact
Put it in your puffer or your Prada hat
Like
lose
A friend and they brush you aside
I had abandonment issues
Let me take all the time I need
The numbness you get from drugs ain't
The numbness I
Matt feels that way?)
I don't think I-
Yeah, I need some guidance
I can't get no peace of mind and bitch I'm tired
I fight myself to stop the violence
hungry to ever fall behind
But one thing that's always on my mind
Is knowing if I ever do need help
I got friends whose families treat me like family
let peace distract my mind
Confined inside this box I choke
I'm unable to breathe through the thick white smoke
Days replay and remain the same
But we
on the wall
That I think my daughter drew as a rainbow
You're standing in a pentacle
Being judged by lower level personnel
Garth Brooks said I have friends in
gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
Burning bridges I helped built
Drinking liquor I didn't buy
Some of my most charming traits
Just shift your eyes and pass me by
Damaged never works
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since
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