WHITE HOUSE
They told me I wouldn't be nothin'
Now they out here doin' nothin' (Yee)
Grew up in a small town
Had to get up out my mom house
Got too much to give
Man they already got me on a list
Always dreamed of bein' president
One day I'll be president
"You're too radical"
"You need to take a sabbatical"
You think y'all run my life?
If you send me a text I'll swipe
I been in the ward
I been in the trenches
I been where things get serious
I been in Winona
I been in The Word
I been in prayer I'm delirious
Yee, I'm comin' for the White House
Getcho hands off my spouse
Getcho hands off my kids
You ain't seen a man quite like this
Except for Jesus
Lord knows I'll go berserk on a demon
Swingin' in the clutch Freddie Freeman
You fake you changin' with the seasons
Who gon' stop me?
God witcho boy do you copy?
This just like Rocky
Skatin' D.C. like hockey
Wake up and get a little coffee
'Cause I gotta go go till my head hurt
Everybody care about the net worth
What about your soul as death lurks?
Made in Minnesota
No I don't switch for the commas
This for my momma
We worship God not Madonna
Saved 'fore I ever went to church
I was on the dope in a hearse
Then I rose up out the coffin
And I stopped livin' so lawless
Yee, I'm comin' for the White House
Getcho hands off my spouse
Getcho hands off my kids
You ain't seen a man quite like this
Except for Jesus
Lord knows I'll go berserk on a demon
Swingin' in the clutch Freddie Freeman
You fake you changin' with the seasons
Now they out here doin' nothin' (Yee)
Grew up in a small town
Had to get up out my mom house
Got too much to give
Man they already got me on a list
Always dreamed of bein' president
One day I'll be president
"You're too radical"
"You need to take a sabbatical"
You think y'all run my life?
If you send me a text I'll swipe
I been in the ward
I been in the trenches
I been where things get serious
I been in Winona
I been in The Word
I been in prayer I'm delirious
Yee, I'm comin' for the White House
Getcho hands off my spouse
Getcho hands off my kids
You ain't seen a man quite like this
Except for Jesus
Lord knows I'll go berserk on a demon
Swingin' in the clutch Freddie Freeman
You fake you changin' with the seasons
Who gon' stop me?
God witcho boy do you copy?
This just like Rocky
Skatin' D.C. like hockey
Wake up and get a little coffee
'Cause I gotta go go till my head hurt
Everybody care about the net worth
What about your soul as death lurks?
Made in Minnesota
No I don't switch for the commas
This for my momma
We worship God not Madonna
Saved 'fore I ever went to church
I was on the dope in a hearse
Then I rose up out the coffin
And I stopped livin' so lawless
Yee, I'm comin' for the White House
Getcho hands off my spouse
Getcho hands off my kids
You ain't seen a man quite like this
Except for Jesus
Lord knows I'll go berserk on a demon
Swingin' in the clutch Freddie Freeman
You fake you changin' with the seasons
Credits
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