Oh yeah, pops got a visa
White kid from suburbia
Tallk about pussy, which is fat
This is why her nigga mad
"this kid is troubled", wonder why? i'm beaten up and harassed,
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand
Saying me failing school and dropping out is a surety
At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey
I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes
We ain't buying cds, we striving to live
You see a black kid at a private catholic school
I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool
Kid just go back to school and learn how to write rhymes
We will never die, we are forever alive
Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.
When i get to warwick avenue
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