(Verse 1 Fruit Boy)
I be rolling papers while my niggas repping rollies
I be rolling down the street like baby you don’t know me
My niggas sip coronas I’m sipping Arizona’s
Your bitch from Barcelona, I make your bitch Mona
Lisa I pray to ma Teresa to make my wage increase a
Your house a fucking lease-a my girls a fucking keeper
I chilled with the grim reaper put a hole in a store keeper
I’m knee deep-a in my emotions with my hand and some lotion
My life’s in slow motion with a notion of your life moving like a race car
This shits bizarre puffing on cigars like Jordan
Digging graves for prison wardens
I be dunking on ‘em like braves treating ‘em like slaves
Lincolns rolling in his grave I’ll let it sink in hit me up on linked in
I’m a has been throw me in the looney bin
You’ll have to call my next of kin I’m like west berlin
Cos I’m all alone
Always playing on my phone
(Verse 2 Fruit Boy)
Cos yea im a white nigga
My skin is light nigga
Win every fight nigga
They see my height nigga
They in fright nigga
Eat every night nigga
Shot on sight nigga
Paramedics arrive nigga
They try n revive nigga
ID rather die nigga
Yo bitch is shy nigga
Tasty as pie nigga
Need an alibi nigga
To get high nigga
In the public eye nigga
Reclassify nigga
Undersupply nigga
Bye bye nigga
(Verse 3 JAY Z)
Dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga