Paper Thin

I once met a fellow whose true color was yellow
you never know though, he rolled around brave bold and cocky
claim he got a lot of money
wear all the latest trends
sexing these women and then telling his friends
made up, ménage trois so all think him cool
millionaire attitude with a top ramen budget
no respect for the poor, only cared about the rich
and every time he referred to a woman only called her a bitch
yes, he pitched the latest lingo
of all the famous people that he wished that he was
because he loved the long nights and them fat white lines
and roaming the hungry streets with those temporary minds
he pitched the latest lingo of all the famous people
that he wished that he was
because he loved the long nights and them fat white lines
and roaming the hungry streets with those temporary minds

You know him true blue
Mr. Me Too, verbal kung fu
Hiding behind walls, see through
Compiled of alibies, controlling minds with lies
Devious, wicked design
My rhymes will make him recline
Into his grave, self-made
Slave to a minimal wage
Only know rage as the face to display to date
At this present state, he's sealing his fate
Went upstate for rape
And now he's never going to be the same
You feel the pain that a momma can't describe
As you look into them eyes
While remnants of memories flicker inside
Gripping her mind, open wide
You feel the pain that a momma can't describe
As you look into them eyes
While remnants of memories flicker inside
Gripping her mind, open wide