Just a start

Just a white kid who grew up not ever expecting much

From a neighborhood where the kids still play double dutch

Never had a gun

But I never needed one

I carry a burner now, cuz the guys on the street wanna go pow pow

Cocaine and powdered dreams

Everything isn't what it seems

Drive past in that Lincoln

See what the future brings

Focus on what's ahead

If I have to I'll pull some strings

I'll fight the good fight

Pop up in the hood fight

But still rap under the stage lights

My bong rips are fat

So are the shots in my gat

It goes like ba-bang-bang

And the the whip is as long as an orangutans-tang