Lyrics:
able to go to the weed spot
'Cause all of the dreads would think I'm a cop
If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white
to the blank of the white paper
My beans are boiling it's an hearthquacker
See hot sauce drowning is the sensation
Of my body rocking up and building in tension
choppers about the same size
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I'm in the spot
Wonder if there's a certain spot for me
I wanna change my melanin and lend my weaves
But I don't know where I can start
I know I'm truly not white in my heart
Welcome to the Minority Club
So rappin' imitators get peeled back when I'm in combat
I got them rhymes to make ya shake the spot when Medaphoar's near
My rhyme's been set
faithfully, I keep thankin' God for savin' me
Front line, showcasin' our bravery
I know that top spot, it was made for me
It all paid off so we felt
a rhythm a syndrome
It's a feeling you crave.
So you've hit the right spot
But you've still got the itch,
Business and pleasure
You got bought, it's
straight out of my nose
Shitting in my pants and I'm wearing white clothes
Waiting for something to come on the rise
It's short bus syndrome with no surprise
ahead in this life
Got this White Knight syndrome just leading me
And all the demons are crawling away from the light
'Cause they know, yeah they know
didn't discover this, that's chris columbus syndrome
We're just trying to raise the roof, they just wanna raise the rent
I've been working three jobs, I
without a soul
when i go for a walk
with a white jumpsuit on
no helmet to seal my fate
I'm a kid at his first recess
imposter syndrome
lost its grasp
a crazy Down Syndrome shout out to the Freestyle Fellowship
Aceyalone, Self Jupiter, P.E.A.C.E., the First Brigade, J Sumbi, Lord Create
Reality Born, Old
Taking hits to the face got me feeling more at home
Sinning to the beat got me feeling like syndrome
Da position we doing tonight she already know
White bunny lost in a black hole
This time I won’t let you take my soul hell no
I would cuff her on the spot if I wasn’t a thot
Cuff her on the spot if I
hungry check their appetite (Outta sight)
Niggas get it twisted acting really sleight
On some Michael Jackson syndromes
Cause they went from black to white
Jackson bad bad
Look who the cash that cash
Filling up a bag we gone need another stash cha
We gone need another stash spot stash spot stash spot stash spot
so hot
When you see me passing by say that I’m so hot
When you wave HI to me remember this my spot
See the smile on my face pearly whites I got
And I
Call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line
Select sweet nine, face this
Watch his whole face lift
Bracelets, murder niggas, luxurious
Banks I was draped
to ever die
White hand on my shoulder begging, telling me that everything's fine
Missing frequency, I hurt my ears and now I'm suicide
My town made
(Yo Tabacca, light it up)
(Ovide made s'um fire)
Hair cut fresher than a mafuckin' white Tee (white Tee)
Making money now you know I charge a high
White Power is...creating Hate where at first there was none
From Chinese gunpowder, the invention of the gun
From ancient Egypt, steal
Live on the spot niggas up now
Live on the spot fingers up now
Live on the spot niggas up now
Live on the spot fingers up now
Live on the spot niggas
weird
'Cause she wore her hair different and she never joined cheer
Carmelancholy dolly with the polywanna syndrome
White stepfather, black daddy never
time it is
Nigga, teach the deadly darts, you hear me
You hear me?
Aiyo, call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line
Select sweet nine, face this
Watch his
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