All White Party
It's Aha man
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars at the same time
Throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the back seat, relaxing
My bad, I'm just really good at multitasking
I put both cars in park like Jurassic
While eating on a two piece from Southern Classic
Ask me how I feel, I'ma say fantastic
I'm in God's will like my little cousin Ashley
It's a celebration, gold chains swinging
Switched it up to all white, you can't call me racist
I did it with my eyes closed like I'm meditating
Okay I'm just playing, really I was praying
Cooking like a cater, it's up like Himalayas
A breath of fresh air maneuver like I'm respiration
And if I fall down I throw a party in the basement
I just do it like a demonstration
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars at the same time
Throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the back seat, eating lunch
808s beating like a body in the trunk
God got my back so I ain't even gotta front
I'm in the back seat, I ain't even in the front
You know I have to raise the bar like a Nestle Crunch
I'm not a blood but it's early so I guess its brunch
Had to be careful while I'm driving not to hit a bump
Cause I got all this white on and I'm drinking punch
I used to have a white boss named Mr. Randy
Now I wear all white just to feel immaculate
Black boy in all white looking like he ashy
I keep a pair of Nike Airs like I'm asthmatic
It's a celebration, gold chain swinging
I switched it up to all white, you can't call me racist
I did it with my eyes closed like I'm meditating
Okay I'm just playing, really I was praying
Cooking like a cater, it's up like Himalayas
A breath of fresh air maneuver like I'm respiration
And if I fall down I throw a party in the basement
I just, I just, I just, I just, I just, I just, I just
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars at the same time
Throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the back seat
Feeling like a has-been cause wouldn't nobody have me
I'ma drive this car by myself
I'ma go real far by myself
Even if I run out of gas
I'ma be a star by myself
But you'll never be bigger than the sun
Earth spins but there's more to life than selling CD-ROMs
Pull up, leaning out the window, throwing up where I'm from
Ask me what I think I'm doing, I'ma answer like I'm dumb
If you don't mind your beeswax you prolly gon' get stung
Just because I got a Bible don't mean I ain't got a gun
Ain't nobody asked to give a hand until I got it done
Now they running trying to be up on my side just like a thumb
Man the way they run behind me you would think I'm Forrest Gump
And you tell me be myself but that ain't what you really want
Man, I just want to feel loved like Barney
Not surprised it wasn't real, that's what I expect from a Barbie
I'm in the shower trying to wipe off this sauce all on me
Look at me, am I clean enough for your all white party?
I got a hot verse that I rehearse sitting on the stove
It go along with some hot beats on some stolen Dr. Dre headphones
I'll rap to you for a piece of paper
Don't wrap me up in your litigation
I deserve my invitation
I'm free like emancipation
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars at the same time
Throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the roof of the car
I'm outchea living bulletproof so I can shoot for the stars
But you'll never be bigger than the Son
Too high, too high, too high, too high
But you'll never be bigger than the Son
Yea yea yea, Jesus
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars at the same time
Throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the back seat, relaxing
My bad, I'm just really good at multitasking
I put both cars in park like Jurassic
While eating on a two piece from Southern Classic
Ask me how I feel, I'ma say fantastic
I'm in God's will like my little cousin Ashley
It's a celebration, gold chains swinging
Switched it up to all white, you can't call me racist
I did it with my eyes closed like I'm meditating
Okay I'm just playing, really I was praying
Cooking like a cater, it's up like Himalayas
A breath of fresh air maneuver like I'm respiration
And if I fall down I throw a party in the basement
I just do it like a demonstration
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars at the same time
Throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the back seat, eating lunch
808s beating like a body in the trunk
God got my back so I ain't even gotta front
I'm in the back seat, I ain't even in the front
You know I have to raise the bar like a Nestle Crunch
I'm not a blood but it's early so I guess its brunch
Had to be careful while I'm driving not to hit a bump
Cause I got all this white on and I'm drinking punch
I used to have a white boss named Mr. Randy
Now I wear all white just to feel immaculate
Black boy in all white looking like he ashy
I keep a pair of Nike Airs like I'm asthmatic
It's a celebration, gold chain swinging
I switched it up to all white, you can't call me racist
I did it with my eyes closed like I'm meditating
Okay I'm just playing, really I was praying
Cooking like a cater, it's up like Himalayas
A breath of fresh air maneuver like I'm respiration
And if I fall down I throw a party in the basement
I just, I just, I just, I just, I just, I just, I just
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars at the same time
Throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the back seat
Feeling like a has-been cause wouldn't nobody have me
I'ma drive this car by myself
I'ma go real far by myself
Even if I run out of gas
I'ma be a star by myself
But you'll never be bigger than the sun
Earth spins but there's more to life than selling CD-ROMs
Pull up, leaning out the window, throwing up where I'm from
Ask me what I think I'm doing, I'ma answer like I'm dumb
If you don't mind your beeswax you prolly gon' get stung
Just because I got a Bible don't mean I ain't got a gun
Ain't nobody asked to give a hand until I got it done
Now they running trying to be up on my side just like a thumb
Man the way they run behind me you would think I'm Forrest Gump
And you tell me be myself but that ain't what you really want
Man, I just want to feel loved like Barney
Not surprised it wasn't real, that's what I expect from a Barbie
I'm in the shower trying to wipe off this sauce all on me
Look at me, am I clean enough for your all white party?
I got a hot verse that I rehearse sitting on the stove
It go along with some hot beats on some stolen Dr. Dre headphones
I'll rap to you for a piece of paper
Don't wrap me up in your litigation
I deserve my invitation
I'm free like emancipation
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars at the same time
Throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the roof of the car
I'm outchea living bulletproof so I can shoot for the stars
But you'll never be bigger than the Son
Too high, too high, too high, too high
But you'll never be bigger than the Son
Yea yea yea, Jesus
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Writer(s): William Gazelle Fields
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