Wrote: 2013
Song: Blakk Guyz
Album: Ghetto Poetry

V1
I'm mad as hell, kuz all da chix,
I wanna take, out 2 eat,
Be trippn out, on som racist shyt,
About my hustlen ass team...
Thinkn a playa, ain't good enough,
2 get dey, I-phone numba,
But dey be dressn, sexy as hell,
Trippn out, on my kolor...
Not knowing shyt, about my hustle,
When dey loven, my style,
Smirkn at me, kuz how I akt,
N every nite, it goes down...
Like alcohol, inside da party,
As I'm spittn, deze flowz,
Lookn 4 som, exotik honeyz,
Dat be all, on my horn...
Bekuz dey dudez, be handcuffn,
Throwing salt, n da game,
Telln dey chix, why all dey bumpn,
Is my ghetto, mixtapez...
Not wantn me, 2 get wit chix,
Who every nite, think I'm funny,
N my style, so off da chain,
It's hangn low, on my belly...
Bumpn n rydaz, wit 4-18s,
Going hard, n da trunk,
Scaren deze bustaz, who start 2 think,
I'm gettn out, about 2 dump...
Knowing about, my ruthless kamp,
All da time, gettn dollaz,
N it's funny, how all deze proz,
Don't want a ghetto ass balls...

Chorus:
Dey wanna bump, our hip-hop musik,
Aktn like, dey all down,
But whenever, I try 2 holler,
Dey be puttn on, frownz...
Spottn honeyz, I think is bad,
I'm hittn up, wit dope linez,
Askn a playa, if I'm fo' real,
N she don't mess, wit blakk guyz...

V2
Now is it me, or am I trippn,
Hearn chix, want a thugg,
N be gettn, wit all deze sukaz,
Dat not even, from da hood...
Telln me, I ain't built 2 last,
Twistn up, all my slang,
Gettn with dudez, dat akt like me,
N we not of, da same race...
Stayn paid, jumpn out da ryda,
Gettn high, out my mind,
Dat I be squintn, like I'm Chinese,
Lookn 4 me, som dymez...
Reciten rhymes, on da microphone,
About my lyrikz, so dope,
Dat every nite, deze dope-fiendz,
Wanna give me, som throat...
Wondern why, I gotta hustle,
Growing up, n da ghetto,
Being treated, like I'm a crook,
Rolln wit samthan, illegal...
N my people, be sayn damn,
About da jamz, I be droppn,
Kuz all deze freax, I wanna bone,
Be aktn like, dere's a problem...
With dem twerkn, n klubz 4 me,
Like dey name, Miley Cyrus,
All on my tipp, jus 2 get som fame,
Playn dudez, 4 dey dollaz...
Wantn 2 strip, 2 all my jamz,
Bumpn loud, n da function,
Mackn 2 chix, who akt stuck-up,
About dem daten, dis hustla...

V3
Posen wit modelz, on magazinez,
Who got som, hellafied bodyz,
Now deze honeyz, is on my tipp,
Only bekuz, my Ferrari...
N dey thinkn, I'm cute as hell,
Rubbn up, on my abs,
Hearn rumorz, from all dey friendz,
I'm everywhere, gettn kash...
Puttn out albumz, dat'z going hard,
4 all my geez, n da streetz,
Approachn chix, of different culturez,
Chekkn out, my fly sneax...
Loven dat dey, ain't scared 2 date,
A ghetto thugg, from da hood,
Who mo' blakkr, dan Malcolm X,
Gettn into it, wit lawz...
As chix be bouncen, dey applebottomz,
Wantn a butt, like a sista,
Dey be singn, like dey know Musik,
Can't get me outta, dey system...
Aktn scared, 2 try samthan new,
Until I break it, all down,
Dat where I'm from, startd everything
When honeyz come, at me foul...
Haven 2 play, a jam like dis,
4 all femalez, wanna tripp,
Not wantn 2 date, a real ass gee,
Wit da world'z, biggest stikk...
It'z every day, I go 2 college,
Tryna mack, 2 da honeyz,
Telln a playa, she not interested,
N daten a, hip-hop hommy...

KALIFORNIA