Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo.

We're drawn from the world like the dollars I cash up to my niece I still lay that piece on my a-rad paint

I always look to the stars when they own KKK flag

The disrespect I get more credit from A-Mex

Use the dress I'm honesty now I feel like I'm six black

They all read me wrong like they live with a crib set

West love for me they ain't a nigger they wouldn't bitch-slap

So never cross the line ain't no need to even try

Cause if you ever took a shot the gun would only go click-clack

My shit boom sit in the rules manifest in black

My back on the wall and I still feel like I'm Michael Jack

Truth be told some of y'all forgot your black

I never had the beg for respect they give me that

Somebody tell them tell them they can probably learn lessons from that

I suffer from anxiety I know how to math the tech nigger

See I play coy for far too long and I won't talk in my shit

No humble pranks I'm spittered red to the center where they don't fit

And yet they overlook I dig my sonic over just get

My range extend from ocean floors up towards an overless tin

Anything they can't corroborate twin-four-carbards walls they can't be bothering me

Was make for me they make it till we're sundown

This is private and involved in a damaged shower bags

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