[Hook]

A nigga black, but he selling white

A nigga black, but he selling white

Wanna gain it all, but you gon' lose your life

A nigga black, but he selling white

A nigga black, but he selling white

Nigga crib so big it's a damn shame

Nigga's selling white for a gold chain

[Verse 1]

I've been trained to go since a young nigga stepped off the porch

Catch me in the kitchen, kilo, hey bring the fork

I've been trying to hold it down with these niggas living so foul

Grunting out on niggas intent of knocking ya down

Bang - your window shattered like it never mattered

You moving weight, your pockets getting fatter

It's politics when it come to sticks

See mass of blood, nigga want a brick

My money funny, but you gotta love it

High heel thugging in magic city, these bitches fucking

Your homie doing tax since they call it fraud

I'm in and out of traffic, still moving hard

[Hook]

A nigga black, but he selling white

A nigga black, but he selling white

20 grand a night if you can get it right

A nigga sitting in the benz and it's white on white

[Verse 2]

Take a look at me, I'm trapping

No excuses, I'm stacking, talking hundred on top of hundred

Them 100 making the magic blow

A hundred in a day, a hundred different ways

Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave

Make my headstone read "head of mmg"

That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see

Forbes dot com, I'm the teflon don

Too close to a nigga as a motherfucking bomb

Trayvon martin, I'm never missing my target

Bitch niggas hating, tell me it's what I'm parking

Wingstop owner, lemme pepper aroma

Young, black nigga, barely got a diploma

[Hook]

A nigga black, but he selling white

A nigga black, but he selling white

20 grand a night if you can get it right

A nigga sitting in the phantom and it's white on white

A nigga black, but he selling white

A nigga black, but he selling white

20 grand a night if you can get it right

A nigga sitting in the benz and it's white on white

[Verse 3]

Showing 'til the day I die, I'm a look up at the sky

Young trap star, reap, the world is mine

Proceeding with my grind like police is on my line

Instagramming shit for all the teachers I despised

Never saw my vision, you only saw me suspended

Now my white bitches be fucking me 'til I'm windy

Breathe, breathe, young nigga, breathe

If your ass wasn't rapping, what would you be?

[Hook]