Little Do You KNow
Yeah, I'm white
Never Been in a fight
But my dream is to knock out some lights
Talkin' 'bout dreams,
one-a mine's to be free
Ya see, my parents lock me down with a key
Yo, little do you know about me
Imma be a 'G'
Imma move to Detroit
I'll prove I ain't no white girl puss
I ain't thinkin' imma be famous
But really, who do you think I am?
It's not like I'm driving a mini white van
As a matter of fact
I'm as poor as all of you who make pacts
thanks to all this flipping tax
You think my life is prime?
I can't even rhyme!
But you dont hear me whine
You see, I wanna rap
Move to Detroit, but not take any caps
Think again.
Do you really know me?
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