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White Picket Fence

 

White Picket Fence

(album: America's Sweetheart - 2020)


You think that this was fucking handed over to me
But I sweat my ass for every dime of all this money
And you don't wanna know what I went through for this green
'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work, work
For this white picket fence

Oh my God, I'm so privileged, yeah, I'm so lucky
I'm born into riches, ain't worked for this money
I just got all of this handed to me
It's like all of this happened magic-a-lly
Mommy and daddy, big brother and sister
Golden retriever, got lobster for dinner
Got a maid and butler on call with a button
Beach house in the summer, PJ like it's nothing
Nah bitch, you wish, that's not what my life was, that's not how it is
I roll on the metro, [?]
Been trapping with mom, growing weed in the crib
Always had two jobs, ain't no fam to chip in
We did it on our own, that's just how we get it
My mom always taught me to save and I spend it
White trash at its finest, no shame, I admit it
My life wasn't nicest but I stayed persistent

You think that this was fucking handed over to me
But I sweat my ass for every dime of all this money
And you don't wanna know what I went through for this green
'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work, work
For this white picket fence

Yo, who you talking bout, that girl from the show?
Way she do music, no way she could flow
I heard she Young Money, but then she got dropped
Set up to blow, so why she ain't popped?
Bitch thinks she can rap, she ain't with the culture
She trying too hard, she dumb, she a vulture
Whatever fam, she on 'cause she pretty
She paid for them features and gave 'em the kitty
That's me on TV, shout out to Rob
He gave me a check when a bitch had no job
Yeah, he my fam, I love him for life
But hip-hop my blood, been rapping since five
Ain't gonna listen to haters that's wishing for my disposition, fuck all competition
Bite them, I'm switching my style up, I'm hitting
And fuck it, you missing, 'cause swinging means living

You think that this was fucking handed over to me
But I sweat my ass for every dime of all this money
And you don't wanna know what I went through for this green
'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work, work
For this white picket fence
For this white picket fence
For this white picket fence

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