X-PAC

(álbum: WhiteRapper - 2012)

Pulling up feet hanging out the window
Tipping four fours bout to blow like Nintendos
Only but my own shit so I ride real slow
Time to go hard so I'm breaking out the steel tones
Females love me they put nothing above me
Call me room heaven cause it's where I feel godly
Fuck your Bugatti I pull up on a bike, blunt hanging out my mouth speed and pass you at the light
Like Jesus Christ how we get so high, bloodshot eyes hardly open while I ride just a weird white kid that gets way too high and approaches microphones just to speak in rhymes
Like testing, 1, 2 am I coming through?
Swanging lane to lane sipping on that screw juice
Never fucking gonna shoot, never gonna kill, never fucking gonna stop, never fucking gonna chill
Only gonna fucking stack my paper on top of that
All I wanna do is rap, so I'm fucking doing that
Dreamt a dream when I was 6, so I'm fucking chasing that
Tool bus, hundred blunts, 30 ounces in the back
Degeneration SESH, throw a sucker then we jet

Long hair bandana young XPac bitch
Young XPac bitch
Young XPac bitch
Long hair, bandana, young XPac bitch