Rich white and black white-washed men/
If a nigga didn't fake like them
All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
Why did i get stuck with the bad parents
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,
Less shitty whites bragging how there parents
Here i go again, searching for love
You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness
White middle class parents are sayin' rappers get paid to cuss,
Up parents, faggots and the feminists
I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris
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