Lyrics:
of the free but not for me
Home of the brave for you
Scary as hell for me
White lady call 911 on
Afro American
Cops shows up with their gun
White man white
something different
My wish list is long but I'll be damned don't if I don't get it
What you here for if you can't help me live it
I'm livid at all
In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
vision you lacking too see, your delusions are distracted by booty
Only time your thoughts actually stick out
Only man for the job these feature fuel me
you can keep it alive
But I don't care if I fuck up
I'm going on a date with a rich white lady
Ain't life great?
Give me one good reason not to do
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
that suggestion Thats like the word fetch quoted by Gretchen
Its never going to happen But you know what is
Me maccin on yo lady satisfying her urges
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
Look up there, something's coming down
Something white, soft and light is rocked well by the air
If you can catch it with your hand you
can feel how
twice
Stay in your lane if you want
To live a long life
The bitches get long pipe all night
The 9-11 Porsche white still go to Onyx
Throw up 20 like
you ovulating? Wait, I didn't mean to
Piss you off, my lady, what I really meant to say is
It goes a little something like this
Soon as I'm through
clapping
Cole Alexander playing a guitar riff
Tyler playing and recording the tambourine
Tyler recording his verse on DEATHCAMP
Live performance
white
The lady prays and prays and prays and prays
and prays and prays and prays and prays...it's everlasting
"There's nothing wrong with praying ?" It's
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my
and brothers
Like the public execution of George Floyd
Cannot go unnoticed and unchallenged
The continued disregard for black and brown lives
By white
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
bright all kind of white rap JJ I'm dynamite
Niggas still writing them diss raps? niggas lame and I'm not that type
Sleep on me, let the mack pinch you
you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
Spark the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
Out in so-fuck, look
and it's true, you're just one
Of a million people listening that will end up not listening,
Your years start passing by and it's all white Christmases
of the medicine developed to soothe creatures
You're pathetic if you're no believer
Cause we all are energetic and eager
Come alive when you walking side by side
First class 5 years old 7 forty 7
Being served by white chicks that look like Mae West
Looking like Madonna, 1986
My mind is on some Einstein mathematics
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
I finessed a dude named Robert for a Honda Accord
I just scammed an old white man and his name was George
I just knocked out the bank lady like my
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