Hi-Rez - Another White Rapper lyrics

Now there's six million ways to k** a record, I'm selling the devil but feel competitive with all these f**ing rappers, they can get a golden globe because all them just actors uh, I've been sinning but been committed I think it's time to see pastor or a preacher, f** my high school teachers they said I wasn't sh** now five thousand for a feature hey before this life work, a side bore, a side who*e, eyes sore, ain't been sleepin' for a couple of days in like it's July fourth, f**in' all of this salary, cowards get down and bow for me and I need a crown and a thousand pounds of sour D, well never count me out I'm in a box of carry out and if this where a game of chess I'm a king you're a lousy piece, grandpa died of cancer and my brother he got diagnosed the other day I got robbed I guess the devil kinda close, I suppose if I ride these hoes who finding me cause I got dough, the only time you see green is when you wipe your nose, pulling up and sippin' mama jobless for a minute they had to revoke the Civic there ain't no food in the kitchen my father crawlin' through attics k**in' bugs for a livin' homie up in the hospital never paid him a visit, the sh** you have a nightmare about I actually live I'm out this world like an astronomer studying astrophysics, doctors diagnosed me with depression I'm the ill-est and if you really want it motherf**er you can get it, from the burs to the project, these rappers just spittin' nonsense this their line about treatin' women like objects, I'm toxic you not sick born broke then got rich I'm hot sh** you not sh** stick a fork in a socket, I'm just f**in' with yall, sippin that liqueur and chillin with dimes while you f**in' a frog I'm on the international tour f**in' the broad get it making money like it's nothin' at all it's mathematics