Crocker - I Think I'm Black lyrics

[Verse 1: Crocker] That boy go bananas, throws fingers at cameras Is too open when he paints his picture up on a canvas Likes to reference G-d and then follow with dammit Has a problem with is heritage, continually trash it Did a track, with a m**m, claimed our country was fascist In the vid, he made salat, the hell's with that sh**? Bet he's a sympathizer, or a terrorist worst Started singin' "k** Whitey" last show that they worked Stood up, on that stage, with that arrogant smirk/ I'm sure he's insecure, and a terrible jerk Keeps mixed company, blacks, Jews, and the like Like deep down inside, he's ashamed that he's white Saw him in the Jailbirds, spent a couple of nights Bet his mother is disgusted, keeps him out of her sight Bet when she speaks with her friends, never speaks on his life Pretends like he isn't there, just to save her the spite [Hook: Crocker] Don't pay him attention, he don't know who he is Little insecure prick, pretend he flow and he spit/ Boy wanna be black, tries to show that he is Crock? Name suits, he should know that he's sh** [Verse 2: Crocker] Heard his open mic failed, as did his hometown showcase Never made money, so they showed where the door breaked Heard that DJ backed him, one that spins at the club That's controversy filled and but that's welcoming is Heard his ole lady left him, and he shattered to pieces That's what they both get, both slandering Jesus Talks about suicide as if he's screaming to see us Like look at me, look at me, he's either sick or defeatist Heard his real label split, acts left in the process So, he started a new one, like this one will progress Don't make real music, and he s**s at the fake sh** And he'll never have a song on a radio playlist His album's never dropping, been coming for two years That single came and went, everybody like who cares And if it does drop, hell, I'm sure it'll flop Who you know would buy a record from a rapper named Crock? [Hook: Crocker] Don't pay him attention, he don't know who he is Little insecure prick, pretend he flow and he spit Boy wanna be black, tries to show that he is Crock? Name suits, he should know that he's sh** [Verse 3: Crocker] Yeah he made salat and I back it completely Don't like it, don't care, give a f** how you see me This country isn't fascist, hell look at the brackets Of taxes between politicians and the national average Far as being white, sh**, it is what it is But I won't live a life being proud of the sh** Far as my crew goes, those people are family Keep 'em out of your mouth, don't misunderstand me The jail sh** was dumb sh**, really nothing of mention But outta that came Bandit and divine intervention Mom's proud, in her way, she just hates that I'm broke Far as the shows, thanks for the five you paid at the door Sparkle City's still up, hell Scotty's behind me Lovelorn's growing wings and we're working on flying Buy it or your don't, but peep the progress to here sh**, I hate my name to and Catharsis is here [Hook: Crocker] Don't pay him attention, he don't know who he is Little insecure prick, pretend he flow and he spit Boy wanna be black, tries to show that he is Crock? Name suits, he should know that he's sh**