SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
WHITEWHITEBOY
by
Zachary Hill
Back
Lyrics
Tell me what you thinkin' Like this is a status report I was gonna quit the game but I had to abort Keepin' it quiet like a private island resort I’m a mo'f**kin' grammar Nazi like Shannon Stewart And I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Blue Jays I’m talkin' 'bout my favorite teacher in the eighth grade But if we talkin' Toronto, we can do it tomorrow 'Cause l’ve been talkin' 'bout Chicago for a few days I can kick a rhyme in a few ways I’m on these boom bap beats, I’m in a new phase I tend to kick rhymes durin' school days Why you complainin' about my album, when you paid? I can make some music in a Tesla You can’t step to me 'cause I’m the best, bruh Also the fact I possess my Recipe and I’ll shoot your skull if you step to me I’ve been locked in my room with a pen and a pad I’ve been rappin' about cutting off their upper half I’m dying for the love that my father had But I’m not for the amount of hate that Conner had You better step back, feel the wrath Or I might just steal the cash You don’t wanna deal with that, you don’t wanna be feelin' that You don’t ever wanna rap so I don’t wanna hear your crap Don’t say it’s easy ‘cause this sh*t is stressful (That’s no cap) We clownin' around but we ain’t in a circus I wish my grandma would’ve heard this I be the worst me and I’m still a f**kin' virgin I’m only 14 and I’m still learnin' I’m burnin' because this track is so heat I can never be beat, and you know that I be earnin' This dough; you wouldn’t know How it feels to get hoes after doin' live shows Woah; I be insane with the flow After killin' it a couple of times with these rhymes I be in the stu' sometimes I be lookin' at the time and sayin' “Oh sh*t, it’s nine!!!” How long could I go? Until the end of the line I’m proud to say that my music is all mine But, this was done all by my design They say, “Zac, accept you’re a**” Then I’m like, “fine” As long as I’m not makin' music wit' yo a** Just look at your arms, they got no ma** You better stop rappin' because your flow’s so a** Yo girl called and said, “Hey, where’s the show at?” I’ll probably stop rappin' when I’m fifty But if I keep goin' into my sixties Stop me, please I’ma take your girl on a trip to Hawaii We be travelin', someone better call Rick Steves Or call my manager Something might happen you didn’t even know can occur You are an amateur I got a notebook with rhymes that is probably twenty inches in diameter I’m so cold but it ain’t even snowin' You better have that twenty dollars that you been owin' You better pay for the damage up in my flowin' But if the music were to stop I’d just keep goin' (Damn)
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register