It's harder on a black male, wonder why we inhale, all our family trails,
Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/
Little scrapes, little dents - i got over
I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner
We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,
I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants
And if my mother answer, i'll ask her
I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,
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