whos that

(whos that peeping in my window

my folk don't understand so they don't take us serious)

everybody wanna rap but y'all don't seem sincere

do you realize the pain going on round here?

think bout the things that we putting in these kids ear

as parallel to slave stories told by

i'm a man with a plan since fifteen on the corner

with some beats in my hand all rapped in tehran

trying getting cash

stacks

ghats

smacked and rubber bands

i was just like you

young nigga skipping school

smoking weed tryna fuck something

an then i had to move

ya god made me choose

the dope game

rap

or school

cause it's all fucked up

that's word to my name

now we all skrewed up

bitches popping pills now they all juiced up

black women raise your kids

cause we don't need a lil nigga in the pen dodging dick

and i know it sounds sick six six

oil spills on the coast but bp still rich

man them white folk ain't gon trip

katrina

now this

they tryna break our spirits

the devil in the form of a lick

but niggas wanna rap

play sports and chop bricks

this is david banners

mississippi country grammar

i'm sick of all my niggas praising living in slammers

board up your window nigga

and save that peace shit for the pope

cause there's a war going on

an it's all about dope

the rich is getting richer and the poor is getting broke

meanwhile niggas hating on my twenty-two spokes

am i caddy a caddy i had to have more

then a pyrex visit

tryna flip a lil coke

y'all love black folks

we gotta do more than smoke

i gotta flow like muhammad when you up against the ropes

every verse from now on is a muthafuckin hook

for you fuck ass rappers

bent over for the soap

yelling pause grand dad

n.o

star bitches in the crowd like i'm tony romo

i gotta heart like a pit

got beats like a pimp

i'm a man amongst women

let y'all play the bitch

got boo on deck and to big crits

still articulating words with a southern accent

biitch

(whos that peeping in my window

my folk don't understand so they don't take us serious)