young white guy

I'm a young white guy
And I know my time
As an old white guy
Gonna come right by
Gonna take my pride
I'mma raise my child
And they'll have a hot mama
And a face like mine
But I still got time
To expand my mind
'Fore I plan my life
It'll pan out nice
If it don't, alright
'Least I'm doin' alright
Right now, anyhow
Never cold at night
Right now I can be choosy
I ain't other dudes, see
If I want a beat I make a beat and I use it
Fuck it, I abuse it
Put it on the news shit
Give a fucking beating to the beat of my choosing
Uh
This the shit you barely call music
Huh
Prolly isn't part of your roots
But it's what the kids do
And you were a kid too
You were bumpin' hard rock like it wasn't this too
Like sorry if this isn't what you wanted
I just feel like I been on it
Could be worse like let's be honest
I don't talk about how I been
On the streets like
Everyone in every feature
That they're on
They're talking lean
Like it's a party, have a beer man
Maybe go viral
Maybe ten views
Maybe get an eyerool
Maybe get huge
But I had a good time
With a couple good lines
And a couple good laughs
Looking down at these fools
And take a look at who your
Talking to dude
Talking kinda cocky
Something I can do dude
When I wake up at
The cocka doodle do
Man Im ready to get walking
Where I'm walking to dude
I'm a young white guy
And I know my time
As an old white guy
Gonna come right by
Gonna take my pride
I'mma raise my child
And they'll have a hot mama
And a face like mine
But I still got time
To expand my mind
'Fore I plan my life
It'll pan out nice
If it don't, alright
'Least I'm doin' alright
Right now, anyhow
Never cold at night
Feel like my hands are tied
Feel like I'm living in another man's life
Feel like I never got my chance to fight
Feel like I'm Sisyphus
I'm walking up a precipice
I got too many misses
I won't miss this time
I'on feel like holding back my first this time
I know it's my third fourth fifth or sixth time
But I just realized
The lines on the road are just lines
Feel like my hands are tied
Feel like I'm living in another man's life
Feel like I never got my chance to fight
Feel like I'm Sisyphus
I'm walking up a precipice
I got too many misses
I won't miss this time
I'on feel like holding back my first this time
I know it's my third fourth fifth or sixth time
But I just realized
The lines on the road are just lines
Might have to be that guy
Might have to be that guy
I'm a young white guy
And I know my time
As an old white guy
Gonna come right by
Gonna take my pride
I'mma raise my child
And they'll have a hot mama
And a face like mine
But I still got time
To expand my mind
'Fore I plan my life
It'll pan out nice
If it don't, alright
'Least I'm doin' alright
Right now, anyhow
Never cold at night