Lyrics:
a pyscho with the windows rolled down
Who you looking at, you trying to fade me clown?
Plato, si mon, you want static
When you reach for your gat to load
on the jack
Why you looking through my phone
That's your first problem
(She said)
You trust me all alone
That's your first problem
Toxic's just the half of it
that I'll cry
I'll cry
The longer I sat there
Shit just kept getting worse
I couldn't stop thinking
Still sitting there watching as I was waiting for
twenty four
White girl sippin' White claw
Looking so bad
Like an outlaw
Ooh yeah
That white girl
Sipping white claw
With that euro swag
Wearing no bra
than that
The tip of this iceberg ain’t peaking, in fact
I’m reaching for Jack, like, hmm
Damn Daniel
Why do I see all of yo white people successful from
Blacks back and I'm really king/
Bout to be to NY what pacqauio is to Philippines/
Looking out the window like Malcolm by any means/
Can't trust
out they motherfucking mouth
Because they be running
I'm just gon' chill for a while
Cause they know I'm coming
I'm coming with something, looking kinda
out they motherfucking mouth
Because they be running
I'm just gon' chill for a while
Cause they know I'm coming
I'm coming with something, looking kinda
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that xan, and all my
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked,
But here they come again to jack
PO already know I'm a motherfucking flight risk
Heavy chain light risk pay cash for everything that white bitch
She got it, she got it, that's my
ya
Got a white b***h like Madonna
Asian b***h Benihana
But my Spanish b***h got persona
Yeah I got all these hoes
But can't bring 'em home to mama
old shabby dress
So you stay at home, waiting by the phone
For another dem sweet lies (sweet lies)
The kind you doubt still you want to believe
with niggaz
But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz
'cause came home man, he looking good
Fell off, having problems in the hood
the kits want kit for kat
No licence
Fuck driving that bitch around
I rather make my line do mileage
Like Samurai Jack go mains
Samurai Jack go find em
Like
known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to jack mine
First nigga fuck up to get flat-lined
Pack still stainless, Coupe and Verts
true to me
He always wants to live and be back home
Tak tak tak, never looking back
Come and fight for Captain Jack
Say it slow, but say it loud
Join
that far
We ain't gonna do it
Till I know that she'll be mine for sure
She say that she love me and
That's what I've been looking for
If we gonna be
to home, i pass it to (Uhh)
Crazy how fast he'll come clap ya
I dropped Gimme Dap and I said what i said
But I'm hearing some niggas still pressed bout
effort
To produce a beautiful display
Yet still it's the white that stands out
With the black in the backdrop
So it's safe to say this nation is full
breathing down my neck
And there's no way out
There's no way out no more
Under this flag
We're all Union Jacks
And there's no home for the brave
And there's
skrt in his corsa looking for gash
Maccy Ds and we preein a lass
Oi yo babes, give us a flash?
B said nah so we all fled
She was twelve and I don’t mean
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