Lyrics:
at your auntie house
Like, "Stop cappin', where's my money?"
Off White couch, bitch, I'm comfy
He fell off bad, Humpty Dumpty
Yes, I'm laughin', ain't shit
a label then get me known
Bought a new lab, new crib we gone
AKs, SKs black with chrome
Fresh tour bus, time to hit that road
Can't take the world if you
Couldn't jack the wave but now wanna sit by us
No one knows trials and tribulation
My niggas smoking weed for mediation and recreation forreal
It's getting
wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy?
They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude
If you don't love me, mane fuck you
I'm familiar with pain
Used to play by myself when they considered it lame
Do this thing by yourself, nothin' is ever obtained
Introverted but I'm
like Swarovski
Never needed swag, politics, or paparazzi
I'd rather knock a foxy chick
Pop Gestapo Nazis hot by proxy
I rhymed with the greatest emcees
Que nada me traspase, estado mentál Gore tex
Está por verse, que a dos de tres intentan convencer al condenser
With my crew, going back to the origin
to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big
hating on me
What the fuck is you doin' I don't understand
Put a red dot on a nigga white tee
Have em up in the sky like a flag in japan
And I'm with Icy P
Yes, there's a storm a comin, it's on the Times front page
With a black and white photo of some kind of giant tidal wave
On account of how
intimidated by the white man
But you rifle’s on the nightstand
Kaapstad boy band, we represent the Khoisan
Rest in peace to Jaak
We doing it for Westbury
I was knee high knew I had to live that high life sippin’ on that
By my pool with too many bitches handing me some Jack
And for me there's only one
model's boobies and let me lick it up
Like a sick puppy
Just another white rapper makin' every bitch love me
Call me Jack Harlow when I pull up on Kentucky
next I'll be less than impressed, I got
Arnold bars, get blessed with a flex
T, H, ink coming out my pen
I put black on to white like Malcolm X
I didn't,
a backup chain I call it Jarret Jack
I like to wear the thing no matter where I'm at
Only upgrade if my life can match
Growin' up I even wore to class
I was
his face looking white as my Michael Jordan's ni**a
Aye no let's work
No i ain't done I got
Aye uhh alright check I'm going in
Ripping this beat out
to the 88, hitting all sides
We all ride, the city ain't a small tie
want to explore, well let me be your tour guide
[Max Minelli]
Cadillac pure coat, white
curren$y
Sorry for the wait, my nigga I spit them keys
Soft white is all i write, I've been going all night
The way I paint the vision, I'm a have it
mask down
So you know i'm bout action
I'll come with twin if you got a friend
But I'm walking withWill
So you know that we smacking
You know we up
Glue
these bars they call it illegal
I mean My skills already double since my involvement with 'Lethal'
Now for this last sec
Let me take this last breath
call I'm busy probably in a different city
Make them white girls play with titties black girls say that I'm so silly
Got them Spanish girls they love me
tell the White House Mayday!
Let’s spray ‘em down with an AK
Just fucking around y’all, JK
This is me in my heyday
No time or place for no nay say
Can we take it
Can we take it
Can we take it
Yeah, can we take it
Can we take it
Can we take it back
Remember all the days when I didn't have a jack
Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch
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