Supa Bwe - Treat Me (Caucasian) lyrics

[Produced by Supa Bwe and Mulatto Beats] [Verse 1: Supa Bwe] One grandpa white, but my grand daddy black Off the grandaddy purp- spit the xan in the napkin Cause no more lackin' Woke up mad at my vote like what happened? Look at my pops and revoke all that's happened He said "Ain't sh** feared like a black man" Music too loud, white man k** a black man New Year's Eve with your knee on my back, blam! I feel amazing Raised in a place where complacence don't hold its own place almost feel like I'm prayin' Hopin' for grace seeing faces on t-shirts like that could be Teagan Damn who gon' save 'em, can't let you play 'em You leave me with no ultimatum f** is you sayin' Come off them-come off them -come off them benefits Treat me caucasian [Hook] Come off them-come off them benefits Untriple all of our sentences, treat me caucasian Get me a loan with no sin attached Give me that privilege, give me that, treat me caucasian Come off them-come off them benefits Come off them-come off them benefits, treat me caucasian Come off them-come off them benefits Come off them-come off them benefits, treat me caucasian [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] All in yo' hood with my hoodie on, Skittles and tea I'm like fourteen, treat me caucasian f** yo' little scholarship, I need a grant n***a, sponsor my Kickstarter It's damn near a food desert, I need some fresh produce, I need that clear water f** my appearance, up that security clearance Walk past security, they condescend, it's apparent All of these people are parrots, treat me caucasian Come off that privilege, my n***a I need connections at Yale Y'all talking doctrines or bail? Just need a doctor, I know you can tell Know that you hurting me police be taking like thirty eternities They won't do that sh** up North, I'm tall as f** They still look down on the boy even though they still gotta look up, treat me caucasian Come off them-come off them benefits I need them premium wages Come off them benefits I got the drive, n***a come off them brakes Come off the hate, treat me caucasian [Hook] [Verse 3: Mick Jenkins] Please don't you misunderstand, don't need no bands f** yo' little check, I just want your respect, me and all of my mans We be the culture Best do a fact check, we be the future We just need access Come off them benefits, f** what you been on Black man the president we shoula been on them Podiums, Potus ain't nothing but a sendoff, ain't nothing but a sendoff All in yo' hood with my hoodie on, Skittles and tea I'm like fourteen, treat me caucasian All in yo' hood with my hoodie on All in yo' hood with my hoodie on [Hook]