White boy, six foot, packin a nine
Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying
They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back
Just another annoying white kid trying to be black
Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop
Could give a shit bout burials till its your turn to rot
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
I got a launcher and the feeling to be poppin' em cold,
Playing with fire is a danger zone
World world war 3 bout to be known
Thats what its bound to be
They say nothings ever free
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