MINERAL$

(álbum: WhiteRapper - 2012)

Swishing the game
Gripping the grain
Taking the picture and flipping the frame
Blunts to the the face that's every day
Love it so much I might marry the Jane
Now fuck that, that's corny shit, but it rhyme right so I said it bitch
I'm chilling bitch on my lavish shit, you ain't no where close to my level bitch
Big minerals on my [?] bitch
Fresh fruit, flood my plate
Stay out my rays like a freckle bitch
Cause you are my son and I am your maker
Riding scrapers, out in Vegas on the old strip going 88
Too many drugs I think I'm bouta faint, but we got too many rolled I ain't waiting
I ain't bout praying
I ain't bout making up gods in my head to help me get through the day
I ain't bout the rain I ain't bout the pain
I kick hella raps and smoke hella weed
That's just me, that's just SESH
18 and I get better like every day of my fucking life
I got a million in my hand and it's bouta take flight like