[Hook:]
It go
Welcome to the land where you never stay for free
From your Macbook, your lack books, supply of TV
[Verse 1: Mr. White]
I'm from the city where the roses in streets
Where the beer flows free
Where the weed comes cheep
Where the cops like me
And the dudes like me
f** with every-thing in our Peripheral-V
I'm not a bad dude, with a bad 'tude, just be
On my "Catch me if you can grind", you can catch me
Slinging rhymes like they were baggies to your favorite tree
Like they were tickets to Kendrick in your favorite seat
My rhetoric be, on some other Sentient sh** b
I'm not like you or me, in fact i don't think i'll ever be
Every under the system symptom of the realness we
Don't think about, what could k** us we're still paying our lease
I'm from the building where the smoke don't clear
Where the chokes you hear
And the ropes tight here
Grab a knife, give yourself your own advice, slice beard
I'm a nice guy, but the white lie is that I fear