[Hook x2] Just because I'm white it doesn't mean that I can't rap And just because I rap that doesn't mean I don't make real music Just because I make real music that don't mean that I'm rich But when I'm rich, that don't mean that it's time for me to quit [Verse 1] This here is real music, real life, and real talk Wit a couple of jokes to laugh to And I hope you're that still walkin' afterward Cause I'ma suit you up with new outfit of blues to bump And if you choose to do somethin' wit it Too late I'm movin on The root of all real music is the love of I don't know Don't understand it I don't need to. I just gotta let it grow Cause this is beautiful Downright suitable to wear anywhere with any hairstyle Get the shoes to go wit it Match my lifestyle and my melodies likewise Wavin' my goodbyes to the jealous guys And from here they lookin' like pint sized imitations Of east coast, west coast and midwest They supposed to be rappers But got no presence when they Step up in the booth like, umm well Maybe they just made a feaupa Like you was tryin to find a proper place to place a phone call Wrong booth man. But I suppose it doesn't matter But it's people like you Who make it s** to be a rapper [Hook] Just because I'm white it doesn't mean that I can't rap And just because I rap that doesn't mean I don't make real music And just because I make real music that don't mean that I'm rich But when I'm rich, that don't mean that it's time for me to quit [Verse 2] To put it bluntly I don't think I would continue If I didn't have the gift of pickin' different styles from a menu But I have plenty I even have extra ones that I can send you Like post card money, seein' Washington from different angles I'm thinking deep like throat Makin' the ocean my moat. The is dry land is home And make the intruders float You can't get to me I got a balance so good you'd think I was greatest triple beam in history It's ludicrous to think that you could make me stumble A thousand dollars and a blunt says my spirits like a bumble bee It shouldn't be flyin, defyin' gravity Why in heavens name should I retire Elementary rhymer. Triple syllable designer Record label never signed up. Cause I ain't no vagina I ain't tryin' to get f**ed for fame and a couple a bucks Best of luck to ya And in the end well see who stuck through it [Hook] Just because I'm white it doesn't mean that I can't rap And just because I rap that doesn't mean I don't make real music And just because I make real music that don't mean that I'm rich But when I'm rich, that don't mean that it's time for me to quit