White Rapper (Explicit) - RittZ

White boy

White boy

White boy

White boy

White boy

White boy

Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap

Stealing instrumentals off singles I'd use the tracks

MC Pooh Mellow Man and Jeru the Damaja

Tears from the King and I was the few I had

Practiced in my room for hours improved my craft

Bought every artist's album that I heard

On the song Bring It On number fourteen

Till death do us part

Wishing that I was from the 5th ward of Houston bad

A white kid from the burbs bumping 5th Ward boys

Too much trouble and Seag that Odd Squad Cassette

Up in class rapping bum stiggity bum giggity gangsta gangsta

Biting Spice 1 and Das EFX

Kriss Kross and Method Redman in my headphones

Blasting Time Time 4 Sum Aksion

That's when then the teacher would get mad

And she would kick me out the classroom

The bell rang start a cypher in the bathroom

Up inside the gym take turns spitting

And beat the bleachers with our hands trying to keep the beat

Only white dude that went to my school that spit

Proved I'm sick and I will eat MCs

I had room to grow the talent show I rocked the vest like Treach

Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic

Haters talking sh*t like who this fake Vanilla Ice

And I don't care if he's nice on my life

I don't like no white rappers

Growing up it was tough my family said that I suck

They gave up I was just a white rapper

But I created a buzz cause I bust

In the booth I go nuts but I'm just a white rapper

Put in work to be d**e and I know that you think I'm a joke

Cause I'm just a white rapper

Put my heart on the stage on the page

But at the end of the day I'm still just a white rapper

In ninth grade I kept getting better by tenth

I was convinced I'd get a deal

My skills improved a hundred percent

Back then nobody had studio equipment in their crib

I was the only one that did

I spent my life in that basement

On Cruse Road up in Eagle Pointe

Cops labeled it a gang house we was doing music

We dropped out dreaming of being on

18 and 31 I would go out and perform

Open mics where no one's white

No one likes to clap or give you dap

Clubs you be scared to go inside

Stood at a spot in the hood 20 miles from home

Waiting to finally hit the stage and blow their mind

Perform for 5 people or 20 at best

Sending demo tapes to labels a ton of rejects

A ton of fake record company execs saw my talent

And tried their best to convince me they had some to invest

And just wasting my time phony managers scamming us

Girlfriend and family the verdict unanimous

To Stop rapping you piece of sh*t it's not happening

Now act white and grow up are you trying to embarrass us

So I told that girl bye no one's stopping stride

Rhymes kept getting better my buzz was hard to deny

Almost quit and when I did got introduced to the guy

That put me on and he'd been through the same struggle as I

A white rapper

Growing up it was tough my family said that I suck

They gave up I was just a white rapper

But I created a buzz cause I bust

In the booth I go nuts but I'm just a white rapper

Put in work to be d**e and I know that you think I'm a joke

Cause I'm just a white rapper

Put my heart on the stage on the page

But at the end of the day I'm still just a white rapper

Now the rap game is flooded with rappers

From every nationality a ton of them crackers

The fact that I finally came up is miraculous

Twenty years later my name is becomin' established

My album is on the rack at Best Buy

I was at the BET awards I was sitting right next ta

Luda and Rick Ross but who woulda thought

I was just at Jim & Nick's flipping chicken tenders and French fries

I used to hate when people asked me what I do for a living

It feels great to tell em you're a musician

Until they ask what type of music I tell 'em I rap

Then they laugh looking at me they be like who are you kidding

I be like Google me b**ch

They always compare us white boys to one another

Is your music like his

You should be rich Freestyle making stupid requests

Before I made it in music I never used to have sh*t

Now I got my own crib I can afford my car

Fans say my music helps them when they're goin' through hard times

I speak my mind even when I'm goin' too far

Even though a part of me agrees with Lord Jamar

We are guests in hip hop I'm appreciative

That you finally let us in the crib

But I busted my a** to get respect for my craft

In interviews they never forget to mention this

That I'm just a white rapper

Growing up it was tough my family said that I suck

They gave up I was just a white rapper

But I created a buzz cause I bust

In the booth I go nuts but I'm just a white rapper

Put in work to be d**e and I know that you think I'm a joke

Cause I'm just a white rapper

Put my heart on the stage on the page

But at the end of the day I'm still just a white rapper