I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
People call me black but i think it is whack
I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil
I dont wanna hear people yell i dont wanna meddle
People look at me n say thats what i wanna be,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/
Everybody watching while you touching real money
Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,
This shit get critical, always gotta get different one
Now i wanna kill her but yo, i gotta catch her first
Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world
While i freakin' spit black
Snapple fact: you rather wack
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