You already know that I'm the king of the game
Get me on a track and I'll take aim
Bullet to the brain as I redirect the blame
Tripping off the barrel but I'm real, not fake
If you see me in your vision I'll be pulling with the strap
20 bad bitches so you know I make it clap, yeah
Ooh, make it clap like ooh
Walking down the street and the fans go ooh
I've learned to conquer, to rise above the rest
To take the challenges that life throws upon my chest
With every verse I spit, every line I write
I'm claiming my place in this destiny of mine
Break free from the chain, I'll keep pushing forward
Never looking back cause I'm on track, I'm the right path
I'll climb to the top, reach for the sky
With fire in my heart and a dream leaking from my eyes
Leave a mark cause I'm on this suburban anthem
White boys are back, no need to hear them
Say I'm a vulture to the culture you weren't even mentioned
And I just copped a new pair of bricks
So in the way I steal your bitch, that man never say a word
Leave him in the ditch as I take hits
Call me puff, not daddy though
Did he do it, did he not
I keep my f*cked up shit on the low
Cause I'm a part of the HOA
Cause white boys run this shit
I can't be caught with no black
Everything about you
Run it up
Run it back
Run it up
Run it back
This is a suburban anthem
This is a suburban anthem
This is a suburban anthem
This is a suburban anthem
This is a suburban anthem
This is a suburban anthem
White boys run this shit