The white working class is the majority, the upper class,
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year
No this is not a movie, not a drill, guess you wont be walking a lot until
Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud
Why the fuck you think every president is walking around
Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king
Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.
I don't know what you heard about
Inviting guess i'm walking out
When they twist and talk with they fingers
Walking with an empty purse
Ready to leave guess your losing me, that ain't working while posing is humorously
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
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