Motherf** these white kids, I promise I ain't like them
I'm in the streets rapping, they locked in their room writing
I put this sh** down from howell all the way to Brighton
Got a Glock in my trunk and I'm picking it up and then striking your a** like lightning
I'm saying, don't f** with me, I mean f** with me, but don't f** with me
I got a back back that's full of cutlery and I'm cut throat, now trust in me like God
Now pray to me like Christ
I'm high as f**ing sh** and I'm white so I guess it's only f**ing right
That I do it how it's never ever been f**ing done
I blow caution to the breeze like that smoke that's in my lungs
Really rapping, really living all that sh** I f**ing rap about
30 blunts, 50 minutes that's what the f** I'm talking about
44's stay poking out
Might slide down to open out
Blow potent out
Windows down
Eyes up and down
That coast now
I'm ghost now, I'm dead
I'm not white, I'm not black
I'm not sick, I'm not dope, I'm not coke, I'm not crack
b**h I'm that
Kid