Whitey (2025 Remaster)

This belong product of scar

This go to blues you're my blues

Sway shoes, got stepped on

Slept on the start of that hustle

You wanna flex that punk, make a muscle out

Yeah, that's right

Some of y'all kiddies wanna act up tight

Comin' to the party tryna spark up fights

I'm puttin' out lights, boy, cause I'm

I'm whiter than crap harder than drugs

Smarter than thugs hotter than slugs

I'm faster than sound

I came to get down

Boy, don't fuck around, you catch a beat down

It's comin' from

What?

You gonna stop rhymin', cause I started singin'

Pickin' on a six strin', raspin', blingin'

Name spell ringin' from coast to coast

You rollin' with the one that rocks the most

I'm Official like referees

Fuck with me Put your egos in jeopardy

Threats to the right amigos to the left of me

Part of me's hellish part of me's heavenly

Boy, that's my name

I don't do it for the wealth

I don't do it for the fame

I do it for the health, and I do it for the spirit

Don't speak the lyric If you can't hear it

If ain't from the heart Then it can't be art

If you ain't got proof, then it can't be true

If it ain't got legs, then it cannot run

If it ain't never started, then it can't be done