My pockets got paper on paper
That white girl is my cater
Spaced out in an ocean,
Through thick and thin
Showing no emotion then dropping him in the antarctic ocean,
Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him
I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right
Rhymes fertilized in the ocean, maiden with maiden name white
My raps are like an ocean while your rap is like a pool
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch
But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch
My raps are like an ocean while your rap is like a pool
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back
And that their bigger than the world and the world is theirs white or black!
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