I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose
Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes
Don't matter bout the color we all the same and there is no in between
Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,
Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference
Despicably at the same time with a slice of lime squuezed into their eyes
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again
The game providing decays of the same
You just gotta be strong
Instead of singin' the same song
Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
I feel wreaked, been down so much i remember the color of the ground/
I’m inclined with women who come on they time
Appeal with the skin color of mine
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