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than ham hocks
Somebody told you you the man
Man stop
I'ma knock this shit outta the park
Great Hambino in The Sandlot
I'll give y'all enough rope

dawg when I meet a new broad
Or end up living homeless in the streets of New York
It’s not like you’ll do anything when you see this dude lost
But by now

the feds trying to track me, these hoes trying to trap me,
Fake niggas trying to dap me, I'm a big boss you a lackey
I get judged by the white folks 'cause

one dead
Another young life

I got a passion for culture, and Imma' make it clear
Now as a white man you might wonder why I care
But see I got a son

shake that
twerk that
work that  ass
dance
dance lil monkey
play back
looks good
its not pay back for the slave times
if u have to shake that
twerk that

They killed Germans that look like them
Absurd right? But when your skin is white
Different set of rules you can abide by
Dark suffering is not humanized

to catch me keep up

Told em to catch me keep up
Ever since 2018
Been telling the man dem We up
Drive by in a all white drop top
So the gyal dem see us

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a fuck, I'm posted on the block by any means
Come tap in', young nigga, what you need
Spin the block, we gon' see if you leave
I'm smokin' on Za, I'm

the great"
I wish I could see what they see
But my dream's only dreams
And it hurts just to think
World ain't as it seems
Every time I blink
Mind goes

and beyond that this rap game is a contest
And if you don't give your all then you get by passed
It's a political shark tank and this is the plot twist

a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under

been blinded by gimmicks and imagery 
Remember Honey G? 
Too much ego will kill your talent 
I kept a few gallons
I'm great did you hear me stutter? 
Go

anybody rebellin
Or contemplating to waste the great white man
But orange in the face
Building barriers to bury ours
Wife an alien race motives so out

Verse 1 
My people dying while they dining at the White House
So, on this flight out
I’m punching these fucking Lights Out
And I’m bout, bleedin’ for

never even finished reading a
Book before if you just got
Offended by that last sentence
You should just stop reading
Close the book and walk away because

the Bay of
Biscay on the morrow. I was not always called by this name, you know... To
you, I am Caleb Blackthorne, battle-scarred master of an English

by nature I am outdated
Fucken bad graphics
I still got dreams of being on Fallon
I am an addict to all this rapping
You are an addict to all

Bag em
Rush em
Take em
Ain't no man been real can't face it
Mouth so foul you know no flagrant
Bling my line on hot no drake shit
Say good luck

up, mate, YSL the great
I'll whip his ass up, we at Dolce
My dick in her mouth just like Colgate
Slatty slime, yeah, we sold tape
With Dolly White

Let's just face it they don't want no more
I did it before I can do it again
Drop another album what's crack-a-lacking
We switched it up and you saw what

Yeah
We having those parties those lounge setup’s fela daar ko makhaya daar
Where you just welcoming everybody who’s been gone
Ba bangwe ba boile

Florida like a Seminole
Gator face when you pass by, no friendly shit
Niggas wanna hate on the swag
But they envy it niggas only fuck with you
Close when

erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you