Lyrics:
The type she served it was quite superb
Ran through the city in a white suburb
Lived in a predominantly white suburb
She liked the herb, rockin' all
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah
Cocaine, dressed in all white
You fresh as me? Never in yo life
Run the check, or go and mind yo business
Can't even
a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white
But without insane
End-times oracles
All up in your brain
God's gonna judge
If you don't abstain
Couldn't even stop
Blood spilled by Cain
Think you'll
your queen
Dressed in all black wearing a mask like scream
Knock on your door and you think its Halloween
Pull up to the block and we smoking the green
firmly on the golden shore
You will storm the beach and plunder your score
Dressed up in white with ribbons and pearls
You can conquer all the world
But
What we were up to
Saying why were you creeping
'round late last night
Why did I see two shadows
Moving in your bedroom light
Now you're dressed in
from
The right wing propaganda campaign
It’s all simple and plain
America customed the game
Your President got an African name
Now who you gonna blame?
fake the Feds out
I got hunnids tucked away
Tha'ts what you betta' know
I spent three bands on this
Off White letter coat ice that bitch up
And left her
nobody
We're just some niggas who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right)
For all my Doggs keepin' y'all in health
Just
nobody
We're just some niggas who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right)
For all my Doggs keepin' y'all in health
Just
fuck a false arrest
This Off-White fit that I rock, shit permanent
The fro that I grow got no perm in it
Hmm, a nigga late but he best dressed
Got
fuck a false arrest
This Off-White fit that I rock, shit permanent
The fro that I grow got no perm in it
Hmm, a nigga late but he best dressed
Got
So can I escape from this dull place
These four white walls are closing in on me
I pick up the pen and write the white off the walls
I want
Until your face up in a lake, placid like, Betty White
I guess reality is a hard thing for both of us to fight
I'ts not a matter, of wrong, or right
It's
a Benz
Fall up in the spot now you losing friends
All ya want to do is give the world ya heart
Record label trying to make you compromise ya art
plans on me, started tracking me
Face ID on me, white programmers so they don't see it's me
Got fans on me, IG story, you know where I be
All
man
But you roll with the nigga
That snitched on a nigga
You're down on your luck and you
Say you're fucked up and
I should get your white for
A brick
of
All time, known by the acronym, GOAT
And by at the end of this dense
Poetic verse, which just dropped on Friday
Jay admonishes his would
Be judges
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
love you in the rain
Things are going our way or going down the drain
I love you gone away, I love you here
Dressed up fine, to the nines or blue jeans
you gotta dress up right
Hi viz fluo style shining so bright
Sock double trouble is all we can see
Hi-cut, Lo-cut what's it gonna be?
Apologies cyclist,
the rings
We lock the game
We got them things
Verse 1:
(Mack 10)
I got 30 cars, lived a rich life
Like a hundred hoes & like 3 wives
All guns & no
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