Track Bangas - White Rapper lyrics

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Track Bangas - White Rapper lyrics

[Produced By Track Bangas] [Intro] White boy [x6] [Verse 1] Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap Stealing instrumentals off singles, I'd use the tracks MC Pooh, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja "Tears" from the King and I, was the few I had Practiced in my room for hours, improved my craft Bought every artist's album that I heard On the song, "Bring It On", number fourteen Till d**h do us part Wishing that I was from the 5th ward of Houston bad A white kid from the burbs, bumping 5th Ward boys Too much trouble and Seag that Odd Squad Ca**ette Up in cla** rapping bum stiggity bum, giggity gangsta gangsta Biting Spice 1 and Das EFX Kriss Kross and Method, Redman in my headphones Blasting "Time Time 4 Sum Aksion" That's when then the teacher would get mad And she would kick me out the cla**room The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom Up inside the gym, take turns spitting And beat the bleachers with our hands, tryin to keep the beat Only white dude that went to my school that spit Proved I'm sick, and I will eat MCs I had room to grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like Treach Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic Haters talking sh** like who, this fake Vanilla Ice And I don't care if he's nice, on my life I don't like no white rappers [Hook] Growing up it was tough, my family said that I s** They gave up, I was just a white rapper But I created a buzz, cause I bust In the booth, I go nuts, but I'm just a white rapper Put in work to be dope, and I know that you think I'm a joke Cause I'm just a white rapper Put my heart on the stage, on the page But at the end of the day, I'm still just a white rapper [Verse 2] In ninth grade, I kept getting better, by tenth I was convinced I'd get a deal My sk**s improved a hundred percent Back then, nobody had studio equipment in their crib I was the only one that did I spent my life in that basement On Cruse Road, up in Eagle Pointe Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music We dropped out, dreaming of being on 18 and 31, I would go out and perform Open mics, where no one's white No one likes to clap or give you dap Clubs you be scared to go inside Stood at a spot in the hood, 20 miles from home Waiting to finally hit the stage and blow their mind Perform for 5 people, or 20 at best Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects A ton of fake record company execs saw my talent And tried their best to convince me they had some to invest And just wasting my time, phony managers scamming us Girlfriend and family, the verdict unanimous To "Stop rapping you piece of sh**, it's not happening Now act white and grow up, are you trying to embarra** us?" So I told that girl bye no one's stoppin stride Rhymes kept getting better, my buzz was hard to deny Almost quit and when I did got introduced to the guy That put me on, and he'd been through the same struggle as I A white rapper [Hook] [Verse 3] Now the rap game is flooded with rappers From every nationality, a ton of them crackers The fact that I finally came up is miraculous Twenty years later my name is becomin' established My album is on the rack at Best Buy I was at the BET awards, I was sitting right next ta Luda and Rick Ross, but who woulda thought I was just at Jim & Nick's, flipping chicken tenders and French fries I used to hate when people asked me what I do for a living It feels great to tell em you're a musician Until they ask what type of music, I tell 'em I rap Then they laugh, looking at me, they be like "who are you kidding?" I be like "Google me b**h," They always compare us white boys to one another "Is your music like his?" "You should be rich," "Freestyle," making stupid requests Before I made it in music I never used to have sh** Now I got my own crib, I can afford my car Fans say my music helps them when they're goin' through hard times I speak my mind even when I'm goin' too far Even though a part of me agrees with Lord Jamar We are guests in hip hop, I'm appreciative That you finally let us in the crib But I busted my a** to get respect for my craft In interviews they never forget to mention this That I'm just a white rapper [Hook]

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