SpaceAgeTike - Suburban and White lyrics

[Chorus] Yo It's getting kind of hard to be white Kind of hard to be suburban and white, right? (nah) Goddamn it's kind of hard to be white Kind of hard, we suburban and white, right? (nah) Look It's getting kind of hard to be white Kind of hard to be suburban and white, right? (nah) Goddamn it's kind of hard to be white Kind of hard, we suburban and white, right? [Interlude: Yim] [Verse 1] Better get that chronic stash sacked up Get a half chub when I see a fat a** puff Ass in my lap and I'm happy in the casbah rockin' it This beat's on that, ASAP “Yo Yimtip where ya been at? I been looking for them pot raps man!” “Yo you didn't even know that I got raps man Yo you only hit me up because I know where the pot's at” Damn! It's getting kind of hard to be white, kind of hard we suburban and white, work day and night On the blunt tip like low gas light in my whip Burn slow like first gear in my Chevy So heavy is our burden of earning that we been yearning for some breaks Drinking high life and dyin' on the highway White flight might've paved the way I'm not sayin' its okay, but I'm moving to the city East coast to LA, wine, grapes Sweater vests, croquet, high stakes Get your wires uncrossed boss, I'm bussin' tapes Over state lines, blow up tracks like I'm McVey No I can't get any whiter, no toothpaste And everybody gotta eat holmie, soufflé Tryna ride in that drop-top no toupe Can't keep it clean though, word up to Lupe I'm Richie Cunningham, in Happy Days They're playing me like Catch Phrase Sayin' that I'm too fake When I'm busting out two chains It's king ice… and I think its kind of nice Yea, we can do this sh** like all night Doors, windows, locked air tight like, right? [Chorus] [Interlude] [Verse 2] But, but, but, but I bet you didn't know I'm turnin' up, and I'm burnin' up, think you heard enough? s**er what? Come and get enough, come and get a blunt, come and get a cup Come and get a dubfall off then we getting up (coughing) Hack, and an asthma attack s**s Nugs in your lap, get that ash out Get that ratchet cashed out, then pack it back up Then play it back, if the neighbors give you jack getting jacked up (yup) Back in school dude didn't rap much Now im in the bathroom, got the toilet backed up Flow like a typhoon mixed with a mac truck New god flow, Lot, get your sister act up Keep the gra** cut, take the trash out Politic too much you gon pa** out So many pills that the crib is a stash house Up in white bars till the kid gets cashed out Better hurry home if it's black out Or if you're blacked out better go the cab route Rollin' through hoods no good pullin' macs out “I don't have cash and my credit card's maxed out!” Either way, I keep my taxes paid Cause both faces to me look like new slaves Its like life's after my hype new Nikes Kinda tight, but its hard to keep the check-mark white [Interlude] [Chorus] [Outro]