White boy
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White boy
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White boy
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White boy
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White boy
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Done deuce was the game in my ears got introduced to rap
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Stealing instrumentals off singles, I'd use the tracks
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Mc groove mela man, and jeru the amaja
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Tears from the king and I was the few I had
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Practice in my room for hours, improve my craft
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By every artist's album that I heard
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On the song, breaking dawn, number fourteen
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Till death do us part, wishing that I was from the fifth or the Houston bad
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A white kid from the blurbs, bumping Freeport boys
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Too much trouble to see in our squad cassette
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Up in class rppin' bum sticky bum, give it gangster
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Blasting time time time for some action
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That's when then the teacher would get mad
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And she would kick me out the classroom
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The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom
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Up inside the gym, took turns spitting
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We'd beat the bleacher with our hands, tryna keep the beat
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Only white dude that went to my school
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That spit, proved I'm sick, and I will eat MCs, I have room
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To grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like treach
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Miami hurricane hit while I held the mic
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Haters talking shit like who, this ain't Vanilla Ice
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And I don't care if he's nice, on my life
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I don't like no white rappers
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Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
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They gave up, I was just a white rapper
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But I created a buzz cuz I bust
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In the booth, I go nuts, but I'm just a white rapper
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Put away that to be dope, but I know that you think I'm a joke
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Cuz I'm just a white rapper
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Put my heart on the stage, on the page
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But at the end of the day, I'm still just a white rapper
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I was convinced I'd get a deal
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My skills improved a hundred percent
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Back then, nobody had studio equipment in their crib
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I was the only one that did
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I spent my life in that basement
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On cruise road, up in eagle point
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Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music
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We dropped out, dreaming of being on it
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See in 31, I would go out and perform at
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Open mics, but no one's white
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No one likes to clap or give you dap
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Clubs you be scared to go inside
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Stood at a spot in the hood, 20 miles from home
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Waiting to finally hit the stage and blow their mind
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Performed for 5 people, or 20 at best
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Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects
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A ton of fake record companies execs on my talent
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They tried their best to convince me they had something to invest
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And just wasting my time, phony managers scamming us
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Girlfriend and family, the verdict unanimous
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To stop rapping you piece of shit, it's not happening
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Now act white and grow up, are you tryna embarrass us
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So I told that girl bye and was back on my stride
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Rhymes kept getting better, my buzz was hard to deny
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Almost quit and when I did got introduced to the guy
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Who put me on, and he been through the same struggle as I
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The white rapper
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Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
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They gave up, I was just a white rapper
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But I created a buzz cuz I bust
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In the booth, I go nuts, but I'm just a white rapper
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Put away that to be dope, but I know that you think I'm a joke
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Cuz I'm just a white rapper
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Put my heart on the stage, on the page
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But at the end of the day, I'm still just a white rapper
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Now the rap game is flooded with rappers
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From every nationality, a ton of them crackers
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The fact that I finally came up is miraculous
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Twenty years later my name is becoming established
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My album is on the rack at Best Buy
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I was at the BET awards, I was sitting right next to
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Luda and Rick Ross, but who would have thought
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I was just at Jimmy flipping chicken tenders and french fries
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I used to hate when people asked me what I do for a living
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It feels great to tell em you're a musician
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Until they ask what type of music, I tell em I rap
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Then they laugh, looking at me, they be like who are you kidding
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I be like: Google me bitch!
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They always compare us white boys to one another
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Is your music like his?
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You should be rich, freestyle, making stupid requests
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Before I made it in music I never used to have shit
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Now I got my own crib, I can afford my car
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Fans say my music helps |