Corny White Rapper

[Verse]
Last night I had a dream that I was average
Then I looked in the mirror
Saw a corny white rapper
That's the face haters see
And they get mad they took the under
They've been laughing at my come up
Now I'm laughing I got one up
Irony is funny when you come from nothin'
Then you look at all these zeros in my numbers
Sum it up
Don't hit me up to cash in on my paper
Where were you when everyone around me died
Shit quit askin' me for favors
My passion makes me anxious
I got anger
I been waitin'
I been hungry for so fuckin' long I'm tired of bein' playful
I want a plateful of your favorite rapper's playlist
If the foods cold I send them pigs in blankets
Full of anthrax and smallpox
Go wrap 'em up in those blankets
Happy Thanksgiving
This one's inspired by the black community that raised me
PG county in my blood
It's black music that saved me
I'm blackin' out on Black Friday in a black Benz with black tints
Better look out
The white boy lookin' shady at the cookout
But I'm good I got a pass for class
I'm servin' fine dishes
Mind your P no you greasy ho's always wine bitches
Don't blame me blame my parents
I'm in Paris where the wine's different
Labels send a deal they want control but I don't buy fiction
Look at me shit
I never sold an image
Same fuckin hoodie that I wore when I first entered
Same fuckin timbs you wanna tempt me with percentage
I don't give a fuck about your clothes and all your gimmicks
Run at me and call up race when you contendin'
And you claim you own your masters
When your labels done by rich white men who own the buildin'
You drive around in foreigns but your life has all been rented
Tell me when that lease has finally ended
But this is what they want since *****
It's all divide and conquer
Go and choose your side and see the other side as monsters
When Covid kept you inside to hide from all the loses
Funny how the big corporations all survived
And surprise they turned a profit
Do you need me to spell it out
They can't fix homelessness
But when the banks failed who bailed them out
You think that you and me pay for a politicians luncheons
Just look at all the fundin'
Shout goes out to all the interest groups
It's hush money
The forth branch of government nobody elects
You think our vote counts when they out countin' the checks
Check your six for the twelve but it's five for the feds
And if you start thinkin' different
Then they'll ply you with meds
Give you a phone let social media supply you with stress
So go apply for the check
The cash is just a cast and we're all Walking Dead
The cash is just a cast and we're all walking
I shouldn't say it
Still I'm just a victim of material systems
I try to stay away from rappin' 'bout materialism
But my pride I can't deny that
I look into my daughter's eyes and money can't buy that
But what it can do is buy you time
So let me try that
When they was born
I was workin' two jobs for that diaper money
Losin' time with them cause I was always grindin'
Funny how a little hustle on the side
That started as a hobby
Floated like a body on the Southside of the Potomac
Kept rising then it got me to a label lobby
Shakin' hands with such and such
Tryna do a suck me up
360 then you fuck me up
They want me with my X
I tell her suck it up
The same thing I say to her I say to them over at the table
Keep it moving bitch I'm done with labels
So keep the tags
I'm done with fables
I ain't here for makin' paper like you

[Outro]
Nasty Knox
The independent demon
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