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ghettos
Im white, upper class with pill bottles to sell tho
Rapist and satanist vegas is well known
But they dont know a 10th of what i went through to get

Urban putrid scents I smell
Suddenly a painful touch I felt
A wide range of great intensity and scope
How reality is processed by my brain is a blow

The good times
And all the great sights
Now ya
Just can't seem to
Get this feeling of leaving
While your dreaming in the back seat of a
White cage
Filled

next baby
Baby tell me what it taste like
Got me swimming in that water Like a great white
No brake lights
Ya old man taught you how to Take pipe
Used

My people be great 
Just left the White House 
With steak on the plate 
Sad 
Cause now we getting robbed clean 
Can't fathom this 
Being Dr. King's

day one dawg stealing got damn 
I dont even flex no money on gram 
White hoes hit me pay 100 a gram 
Talk to the sniffers they Know who i am 
I pull up

sweet 
Putting on a show right now with Chuki Beats
Good vibes gonna diminish the dark 
Eat it up, like a great white shark
I am out supporting you, and I

it seashore
Great white sharks in the sea, you just a seahorse
A king ya some peons, be gone for you left peed on
All I need is my music, family,

tea
Yeah, cause you know i'm so icy
Feeling like Bruce Almighty
Got her saying "yup" and i'm not even in my white-tee
Ooh, i think she like me
Now she

to stand the test of time
So everything I'm giving is gonna be the best of my lines
In fact, like I got a knack for raps
So get back before you make me

checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
'cause it's the blood

me that she from Nantucket
I thought bitch
Do I look like type of person that know where the fuck Nantucket is
I still took her back to NC still

be no trouble to you
For I will be back in the course of a year

Talk not of leaving me here, lovely Johnny 
Talk not of leaving me here by the shore

you don't want that motor switch like
Ha ha, He he
You know you can't see me (Can't see me)
And by you I mean they
They just want to be me (They just

Back in 1870
Just beneath the Great White Way
Alfred Beach worked secretly
Risking all to ride a dream
His wind machine
His wind machine

New York

please,
Jus' 100° so I freeze,
Drowning in that ice I fly,
It's a great white place,
And the heat's diseased

One hundred degrees




SPACE CADET

I'm

heard of Roc then you Need an upgrade
Coming with a shovel and I’m Digging that grave
You a k-9 I’m a great white
Bitches craving for me like a date Night

a we gaze into the great beyond
Maybe there's a better world
A hope of peace in a magical photon, yeah
A world corrective and inhuman
That's better than

that twat like a soda
Vodka with the white stuff, you know when I act sober
And niggaz in the back, seen with the freak in the 'nova
It was a ho-down

Just to get me right I took a flight to the dirty ho
Just to get me right I took a flight to the dirty ho (ooh)

Interlude
It's great a-and that's

back since
You know the boy drip hard to the point I'm drenchin'
Need a franchise tag, I don't see no bench
Keep a tool close by, I don't need no

get energized by the wrong things
Cars, Money and ass, you know me
White Chanel, them Diors, and 40
Bad chicks from a Spellman sorority
But no matter

of dookie ropes and tape decks
I break necks for paychecks, I’m apex
Bust like great sex, better bring an offering
Pretty fly for a white guy, but you my

As we gaze into the great beyond
Maybe there's a better world
A hope of peace in a magical photon
A world corrective and inhuman
That's better than what