Bones (th@ Kid) - WHITEKID$ lyrics

Motherf** these white kids, I promise I ain't like them I'm in the streets rapping, they locked in their room writing I put this sh** down from howell all the way to Brighton Got a Glock in my trunk and I'm picking it up and then striking your a** like lightning I'm saying, don't f** with me, I mean f** with me, but don't f** with me I got a back back that's full of cutlery and I'm cut throat, now trust in me like God Now pray to me like Christ I'm high as f**ing sh** and I'm white so I guess it's only f**ing right That I do it how it's never ever been f**ing done I blow caution to the breeze like that smoke that's in my lungs Really rapping, really living all that sh** I f**ing rap about 30 blunts, 50 minutes that's what the f** I'm talking about 44's stay poking out Might slide down to open out Blow potent out Windows down Eyes up and down That coast now I'm ghost now, I'm dead I'm not white, I'm not black I'm not sick, I'm not dope, I'm not coke, I'm not crack b**h I'm that Kid