been by myself since the white tees
been by myself since dem franchize boyz
did that dance on that holdin' my white tee
trends came before fittin' in was a chore
in the end didn't nobody like me
even though i had on this white tee chillin'
grillin' with aluminum foil in my mouth
wonder how i'll look when i'm 90
wonder if rap will be a white thing
wonder what you're gonna call my things
will it be hits? will it be wack?
will you not get me to the all black soiree
when they dance on my grave and then pop champagne
and remember my name and the lectures i bring
been 'bout a check since the white tees
cigarettes in the chest of your pocket
your hoodie had white sleeves
with no one around to indict me
see me down with some insight we
know that it snows in the south
prolly all year 'round if you're talkin' in the right key
everything was gonna be alright
tell me why you're so into your pride
now you wanna turn around and go and fight some niggas
tryna be a trap god for life
rather have kids and a wife
and you go off to the night with your shoulder in the ice
death got you by the scythe
world's full of sheisty niggas
if i ever had a check for each and every single time
a nigga at the finish line
knowin' everything gon' be alright
left him out to dry. somebody found that shit funny. like you ain't ever have dry mouth. shit
you know you've had dry mouth. everybody had dry mouth
shit. this is dj smooth jazz on the 1-2-2s. clap your hands
clap your hands. this might be the last time you hear me on your radio. our final broadcast. clap your hands
mothafucka. clap your hands