Never seen a thick white chick with white kids
That's just the way that life is
No one in the city made no shit like this
No one in the city gave you dick like this
I heard your homegirl ask me, he a dick aint he?
I'm a dick with a chain baby I'm Dick Chaney
But I aint here to politic
Only Trump I acknowledge is Teanna bitch
Old friends like let me hold something
Complete strangers, I think I'm yo' cousin
Even though, I'm in love with sin like Joe Budden
God still blesses me with no judgements
That's blessings on blessings
Walking out the crib that's necklace on necklace
Spending my time in the studio that's sessions on sessions
Another failed relationship that's exes on exes
You look like Meagan Good's sister Meagan Better
Lets skip class and play hooky
Would never f*ck your friends I only f*ck 8's and better
Make up stains on my Bape hoodie
Lets f*ck till its no more air in my air mattress
Till death do us, I hope we share caskets
Even if we break up and become enemies
I still love you like Rocky loves Emily
You sign the contract they own you
Decline the contract they clone you
Tryna go from being homeless
To copping a crib off tour, I'm homeless
I aint tryna be the dude at the BBQ
That's washed as f*ck like I should of went to barber school
Now picture a light skinned nigga with clippers, Blake Griffin
I hate that I only pray to God when I need something
Next time, I'm a say what's up I don't need nothing
In our convo you said don't let that job stress you
You aint gotta sneeze to know that God blessed you
Couldn't have said it better
So until my last day I'm a be working on forever
If you love me spell it out, don't abbreviate it
In my best Tupac voice you are appreciated
They try to put a lampshade on my shine
They try to put a lampshade on my shine
They try to dim this little light of mine
They try to dim this little light of mine
You'd be outside in a Cadillac 99'
I hop in the passenger side and hit recline
You was playing Shyne or Pharells In My Mind
Dreaming to the chorus as I press rewind
My Nigga You Can Do It Too
I would raise the volume and it wouldn't bother you
Asking if I had homework I would say "no" first
Then a "like I'm lying
I got a reading log that I'll finish up by 9
Oh and a essay that's missing a few lines"
Probably sneak to watch wresting before its bed time
They call you crazy if you got passion
Its either sports music or fashion
In the hood we wanna be like MJ
Michael Jordan Marc Jacobs or Michael Jackson
RIP to the king of pop
They killing people with dreams since Martin Luther King got shot
They don't wanna see us dedicated
They rather see us dead then make it
Believed what they said I shouldn't
Achieved what they said I wouldn't
I done tried giving up so many times
Dog I couldn't
Try to rain on my parade
I only throw parades when it rains
Rap version of Kurt Cobain
I moon walk in the purple rain
Lord I know my sins aint worth your pain
I spent it all on a Jesus chain
I seen the pastor pull off in a Benz
And I never looked at church the same
Dreams of performing in arenas in Balenciagas
Looking fly as f*ck in Balmain and Prada
Making so much mu' f*cking show money
I ball in Ciagas'
Never was the nicest on the basketball court
But I look fly as hell in some basketball shorts
I'll never let them steal my glow
I could be broke forever and I'll still Shyne Po'
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Never seen a thick white chick with white kids
That's just the way that life is
No one in the city made no shit like this
No one in the city gave you dick like this
I heard your homegirl ask me, he a dick aint he?
I'm a dick with a chain baby I'm Dick Chaney
But I aint here to politic
Only Trump I acknowledge is Teanna bitch
Old friends like let me hold something
Complete strangers, I think I'm yo' cousin
Even though, I'm in love with sin like Joe Budden
God still blesses me with no judgements
That's blessings on blessings
Walking out the crib that's necklace on necklace
Spending my time in the studio that's sessions on sessions
Another failed relationship that's exes on exes
You look like Meagan Good's sister Meagan Better
Lets skip class and play hooky
Would never f*ck your friends I only f*ck 8's and better
Make up stains on my Bape hoodie
Lets f*ck till its no more air in my air mattress
Till death do us, I hope we share caskets
Even if we break up and become enemies
I still love you like Rocky loves Emily
You sign the contract they own you
Decline the contract they clone you
Tryna go from being homeless
To copping a crib off tour, I'm homeless
I aint tryna be the dude at the BBQ
That's washed as f*ck like I should of went to barber school
Now picture a light skinned nigga with clippers, Blake Griffin
I hate that I only pray to God when I need something
Next time, I'm a say what's up I don't need nothing
In our convo you said don't let that job stress you
You aint gotta sneeze to know that God blessed you
Couldn't have said it better
So until my last day I'm a be working on forever
If you love me spell it out, don't abbreviate it
In my best Tupac voice you are appreciated
They try to put a lampshade on my shine
They try to put a lampshade on my shine
They try to dim this little light of mine
They try to dim this little light of mine
You'd be outside in a Cadillac 99'
I hop in the passenger side and hit recline
You was playing Shyne or Pharells In My Mind
Dreaming to the chorus as I press rewind
My Nigga You Can Do It Too
I would raise the volume and it wouldn't bother you
Asking if I had homework I would say "no" first
Then a "like I'm lying
I got a reading log that I'll finish up by 9
Oh and a essay that's missing a few lines"
Probably sneak to watch wresting before its bed time
They call you crazy if you got passion
Its either sports music or fashion
In the hood we wanna be like MJ
Michael Jordan Marc Jacobs or Michael Jackson
RIP to the king of pop
They killing people with dreams since Martin Luther King got shot
They don't wanna see us dedicated
They rather see us dead then make it
Believed what they said I shouldn't
Achieved what they said I wouldn't
I done tried giving up so many times
Dog I couldn't
Try to rain on my parade
I only throw parades when it rains
Rap version of Kurt Cobain
I moon walk in the purple rain
Lord I know my sins aint worth your pain
I spent it all on a Jesus chain
I seen the pastor pull off in a Benz
And I never looked at church the same
Dreams of performing in arenas in Balenciagas
Looking fly as f*ck in Balmain and Prada
Making so much mu' f*cking show money
I ball in Ciagas'
Never was the nicest on the basketball court
But I look fly as hell in some basketball shorts
I'll never let them steal my glow
I could be broke forever and I'll still Shyne Po'
That's just the way that life is
No one in the city made no shit like this
No one in the city gave you dick like this
I heard your homegirl ask me, he a dick aint he?
I'm a dick with a chain baby I'm Dick Chaney
But I aint here to politic
Only Trump I acknowledge is Teanna bitch
Old friends like let me hold something
Complete strangers, I think I'm yo' cousin
Even though, I'm in love with sin like Joe Budden
God still blesses me with no judgements
That's blessings on blessings
Walking out the crib that's necklace on necklace
Spending my time in the studio that's sessions on sessions
Another failed relationship that's exes on exes
You look like Meagan Good's sister Meagan Better
Lets skip class and play hooky
Would never f*ck your friends I only f*ck 8's and better
Make up stains on my Bape hoodie
Lets f*ck till its no more air in my air mattress
Till death do us, I hope we share caskets
Even if we break up and become enemies
I still love you like Rocky loves Emily
You sign the contract they own you
Decline the contract they clone you
Tryna go from being homeless
To copping a crib off tour, I'm homeless
I aint tryna be the dude at the BBQ
That's washed as f*ck like I should of went to barber school
Now picture a light skinned nigga with clippers, Blake Griffin
I hate that I only pray to God when I need something
Next time, I'm a say what's up I don't need nothing
In our convo you said don't let that job stress you
You aint gotta sneeze to know that God blessed you
Couldn't have said it better
So until my last day I'm a be working on forever
If you love me spell it out, don't abbreviate it
In my best Tupac voice you are appreciated
They try to put a lampshade on my shine
They try to put a lampshade on my shine
They try to dim this little light of mine
They try to dim this little light of mine
You'd be outside in a Cadillac 99'
I hop in the passenger side and hit recline
You was playing Shyne or Pharells In My Mind
Dreaming to the chorus as I press rewind
My Nigga You Can Do It Too
I would raise the volume and it wouldn't bother you
Asking if I had homework I would say "no" first
Then a "like I'm lying
I got a reading log that I'll finish up by 9
Oh and a essay that's missing a few lines"
Probably sneak to watch wresting before its bed time
They call you crazy if you got passion
Its either sports music or fashion
In the hood we wanna be like MJ
Michael Jordan Marc Jacobs or Michael Jackson
RIP to the king of pop
They killing people with dreams since Martin Luther King got shot
They don't wanna see us dedicated
They rather see us dead then make it
Believed what they said I shouldn't
Achieved what they said I wouldn't
I done tried giving up so many times
Dog I couldn't
Try to rain on my parade
I only throw parades when it rains
Rap version of Kurt Cobain
I moon walk in the purple rain
Lord I know my sins aint worth your pain
I spent it all on a Jesus chain
I seen the pastor pull off in a Benz
And I never looked at church the same
Dreams of performing in arenas in Balenciagas
Looking fly as f*ck in Balmain and Prada
Making so much mu' f*cking show money
I ball in Ciagas'
Never was the nicest on the basketball court
But I look fly as hell in some basketball shorts
I'll never let them steal my glow
I could be broke forever and I'll still Shyne Po'
Writer: Audra Kelly
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid