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just like lotion
Get in the bag, I got promoted
Ain't nothin' stoppin', this really motion
Trash bag, extremely gone to beat

Put this shit, really

Lying in the exile in rigor ascesis
Incorruptible by the illusion of taboo
Distancing from humanity, pure through impurity
Walking the way

Stay Consciou$ Be Authentic as long as I'm alive

You may see me as another white boy
But I have done so much and I am far from boy (facts)
Independent

Heston cried

There replaying all his films
The ones in black and white
I'll watch them all again
I'd nothing planned tonight

I try to get some sleep
But

blue and white, they say that you safe
Throw my food up twice, I got a blue face
Watch my past just like it's a fuckin movie
Get me lit up right, I'm not

(It's about to go down)
The bag assassin who kill like me
I rip a bitch straight out the plastic who can fuck like me
The white T's is for a classic

like I was being invaded by the Brits
I wear a white suit because I embody the truth I wear a black one because I make my own rules
I eat an apple for

on that
I'm bringing a whole new appeal to rap
Could spit it as fast as your feet on a track
Go gather your bags, pick up all the pieces
The white boy is

to breathe with no air?
The smoke I provide they don't share
I believe I'm strong enough like Cher, to get by get thru with no air
This flow 'cause chills I'm

the start I felt like
I ain't posed to be here
White walls shadows reaching
I can hear them clear
They want my soul
Tryna take it like a souvenir
But mama

it when you walk by
Best believe I never walk light
Ice got me gettin' frostbite,
Saw the coke lookin' off-white, yeah

It's the same nigga from

Yeah, let's go, yeah, bitch Yeah, X-rated, A-T-B
I'm so hot, when I die, bury me by Percocets I don't care about how many bodies I got, I just want

stunning when it's right there
Like you came down with the Ten Commandments with your white hair
And saw your people all worshipping a golden calf
But they

Cobain going crazy don’t call me curt 



Tending my own garden yea I’m growin by myself 

Since I was 12 picking books off the shelves 

Well off living

his ass done ran Hot shit gon' hit him, this gon' give him a ten
I'm hot as fuck, give me a fan White bitch get freaky off Xans
Lil' bitch, I'm bustin',

I am rural American trash 
But it’s not funny or cute like a country song
It’s mostly sad and terrifying and the price of keeping my teeth is really,

a hundred Bodingles a feature
I've got independent, don't fuck with no Vevo
I'm keeping the toolie wherever that we go
I'm off of the bean, sipping Lean by

Ya bitch is feening cause she seen the cash
She trying to drink the liquor have a blast
She tryna feel my white dick in her back
I got a foreign

got a kill switch for the sound
I carry deadlifts by the pound
You got that drip from lost and found
All of these n*ggas, I got them terrified

constantly
A public key is your address, private key is your access
Cash is trash but a Bitcoin is an asset
And stacking sats is like accumulating gold

juice
From the boom box, who's 
Letting 2pac loose
In the white boys bars, yeah they knew I'm truth
cnd the flow too sick like the WuHan Flu

Woah
I got

the gas
I'mma white trash rapper and act
Like I'm actually wrappin' in half
I'm an act out of class
Back with a prize winnin' verse in my bag
I'm attackin'

I'm less when I thinking way back
I don't flex since I got no bags
Life's a mess when your living in the trash
Private jets trynna buy in cash but

I

started searching all I found was pain, (for real)
My mother beat me till the white meat and then charged it to the game (ayee)
Waking up wet i was