Lyrics:
Soulmates, got souls to hate?
Passionate rhymes with no debate
Take after take, great after great
Mistaken identity, learning from the hate
Fuck it, I made my bed now I gotta get in it
Sleep on my great thoughts, wake up and get it in
This is my fourth album I ain't made a dime yet
I hustled
Mark my words if you go and get the vaccine sure nothing will happen right now
But they’re plan to kill billions of people by 2030 is in their plan
Yeah, just dropped the tape so now it's time to take it home
Who's this white boy from Carolina killing it on the microphone
So effortlessly I been
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
the soldiers grip fours, then begin war
Come on, it's Santana the Great
Tie 'em up, bandana his face, hammer his face, fucker
I'm trying to get my act together,
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so
I be up in the white house getting feletio
By an administrative
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
and falsely accuse him
After being murdered by Pilate how can it be
these same white Romans established Christianity
Constantine would later see the cross in
This is for my white trash
The ones the whole world hates
The ones who voted for Trump
Then got labeled racist, but ain't
The ones with ball caps,
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
White Sneakers (Better Than Me)
Love sounds great when they describe it
But nothing's right when I invite it
you treat your white sneakers better
the world this is what I call living as I ride in my car and I'm
Blinded by the lights that were on the quest
We're running off in the night
Got some
They say krill white boy when the sound strange
Don't secure we been on 'em gotta hide my chain
A lot of rappers crying never seen the dime that
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
and white folks buyin' this album
Negroes and white folks buyin' this album
Everybody's gonna know who this group is
We just felt that the picture wasn't
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
where I've been just look at my hands
Yeah I've driven by the white house and spent some time in jail
Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail
I
EMC
We love to claim it, our great nation
Post card picture perfect snowy white places
Molson Canadian, beaver tail maple
Tim Horton savoured, hockey
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
don't rain
40 p's 40 new faces as I cross across the state
Lost my white boy to that fentanyl when we was living great
100 bands feel like you rich
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