Lyrics:
when I'm back, fuck rap
I got this white bimbo
I been the voice of the street
I mean the voice of the roads
Ask Kenny, he knows
And I gave hope
You can't admire me, don't let me catch you staring pimp
I'm like a great white shark in this aquarium
When I was young, I knew kids out caroling
Around
we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
depression at all
A worldwide pandemic
A few attempts later
Now that little boy is a music creator
Album ain't done
I just put out this single so y'all can
Sometimes we feel the power of God's great
Hands are felt by some not worthy
While those who sing and praise God's
Name seemed to be passed by
But
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
Ha ! Yeah ! Yeah boii boii..
Yeah !
Got purp, Got work, Got pills
Real deal shit it's I cant feel my face shit
Got white, Got dark, Got lean
Too
sad, the greats never last, no
They want it so bad, want it so bad, career is a fab, bro
Should wave the white flag, wave the white flag, sounds like
a great friend, and your the newest titan
I promise in the end, We won't end up fighting
One more thing, let's talk about white van
I want y'all to know,
be right,
That's why I'm always breaking rules,
I'm not white I never will be white,
That's why I'm running with the wolves,
I'm not right I
the money is near, I ain't coming out the van
Keep close, gotta keep hoes by the G code
Got three hoes in the G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
heard Eminem's rap at the awards, who's he fightin' for?
Y'all can take that motherfucker, too, he ain't white no more
It's like you wanna be so famous
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East,
well then why
the African community
Even My Indian people say they fuck with me
And the white fan base, you know they rate me
God blessed me with this energy
Y'all only turn
with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They
they wanted drug dealer
Then they wanted a dancer
Now they want a drug addict
Infatuation with plastic
White girl want to be sister
Driver want
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all
New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
And I ain't rockin no more designer shit
White T's and Nike Cortez,
of the shadow of death
When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had
looked to the left, I looked to the right, and I was on a sea of glace like crystal
There was a great great congregation dressed in white
From every
Family matters, It's in the last name
Saturday mornings feel like a half day
Time flies by until you've had enough
Summer grilling and juice inside
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
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