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turned it down to get high as hell
Triple C's, Cloud 180 oobe
Two tabs, tripping Looney Tuney
Got a white bitch, call her big booty Judy
Can't catch

They think everything I'm doing is a satire
White boy from the suburbs tryna rap fire
I desire to build myself up an empire
I'll devour competition

lookin' fabulous while rollin' up my cannabis
Okay wait a minute
If you start it I will finish
Anti-social; I'm a cynic
Tuff Crowd white tee with a TX

While havoc wreakin' like my cologne, It's gettin' strong
But it's fragrantly desired by dishonorable foes
Think they took over a home
'Cause the land we

an album but I really hate recording
how much does my dream mean if it feels like Plan B
See, life gave me my lemons
But I can't make no queen B
Dollars in

where I been at?

I probably put out like
One trash album (God's Got Me!)
Everything you else?
You can crank it pass the volume
But when I heard yours?

but I got these bitches missing me
Bitch I stay on water with this ice I'm Venice Italy
Got these niggas waiving white flags they surrendering
Everyday

My albums should hit like a semi truck
How much thought could a dumb fuck chuck
If a dumb fuck stayed stuck
And a thought never fucking struck
Good

Cuz I'm the white bishop if Q had some stronger hands G
So you see I got the juice and it's fucking awesome
My album gunna make these rappers play

you ain't listening
Driven by the white man
Slick bigger than Michelin
Begging imma barter
For goat titles, I'm dissing em
Ken, JID, Kendrick, J Cole

One time for my white girl
Two hands on her fat ass
I just hit it three times
Beat it like a drum pad
This shit feels like drum class
Both my dick

make sure the coffin white
Gotta stay clean when I lose my life
Oh Mary Mary
The God in me was very scary and very loving
I'm marching to his word with

The morbid and uplifting
Separated by a thin line that moves according to your focus and intentions
It ain't all black and white
Matter fact life's mostly grey

to the tunes
You don't want to come for me, leave you 2D like cartoons
Stand in my way and I push you over like monsoons
I'm sitting right now on a white beach

acidic but I ain't venomous I leave at to the snakes bitch
Copyin obituaries workin on my pen-man-ship
Cause when this album finally drop we finna

A lil birdie said that my album would flop
He said I was wack, she said that I suck
Well your whole crew is suffering like a black duck
Put the white mask

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

China white like a doctor giving a vaccine 
We was Bonnie and Clyde, you was like my ride or die
All the nights that I cried, crib done looked like

the dirt
So lemme kill your ego up as I finish this verse
And leave you terrified like a white woman clutching her purse
First album caused a panic
Then

that I align with
Hate when niggas gotta move so indecisive
I don’t really understand what put me on the other side
These niggas spend they time by

lack talent
Still could make it far
Know a friend who got a classic album
Get no plays at all
I work for everything I ever had
I could never fold

the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem

be sane just led me to an island of pain
But I'm out here by myself and wishing I was afraid
But I can thrive in the fray, you wanna drive her away?

super size it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling