White On White Crime

By Ricky Bascom

On TANK

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Still dissin' Tony with his dead ass

Shouldn't have got cancer, now look at your ugly bald ass

Don't put nothing in my name, I only take cash

Hundred in the Nissan and I gave my ass whiplash

I look in the crowd I see a lot of emo girls

I'm tryna get the bag, tryna not say homophobic slurs

Fam play with me bitch I don't got time

Got a Glock in my bag, there's 'bout to be some white on white crime

Got so much talent, but I don't wanna use it

I've been at the gun range more then I been making music

Ima steal from every culture 'cause bitch I need to profit

In the trap with a sombrero, Indian feather in my pocket

I tried to change bitch but it's too late

My body grown but my brain still eighth gradе

I gave up on love

I blew up off hatе

She wanna suck my dick but I gotta practice piano so she gotta wait

I'm talking [?] 'cause nobody trend me

By myself in the house, YouTube raised me

Your son cussed you out? Don't blame me

Tank Gang pull up, we gon' ruin your whole family

I'm selling loud to your high schooler

And Nowaay, he selling nicotine to your middle schooler

I'm working hard so I don't feel like a loser

In tenth grade they kicked me out, they thought I was a school shooter

I used to perform on the fucking street

'Till the police kicked me off the fucking street

I said bitch, you're white just like me

Why you gotta do this? I thought we're on the same team

But I just kept grinding, had to persevere

I had a heavy ass cart, a hundred pounds of gear

I almost tripped over a fucking beer

Then this black cop said, hey come over here

He said you can play right on the side street

Just calm down and don't let them white cops see

I just moved to Nashville, Tennessee

He even watched my equipment when I had to go pee

I appropriated dude

He used to play saxophone, he appreciate what I do

I'm making two hundred, three hundred at least

We play jazz solos over "Fuck the Police"

In tenth grade they called me right into the office

They said when you make music, please be cautious

They said what's your influence and what is their name

I said I like Lil B and I like Lil Wayne

I don't know why white people hate me

But if y'all want me to act right, you gonna have to pay me

They thought I was gonna shoot up the school

But they don't even know I walk 'em down after school

Still dissin' Tony with his dead ass

Shouldn't have got cancer, now look at your ugly bald ass

Don't put nothing in my name, I only take cash

Hundred in the Nissan and I gave my ass whiplash

I look in the crowd I see a lot of emo girls

I'm tryna get the bag, tryna not say homophobic slurs

Fam play with me bitch I don't got time

Got a Glock in my bag, there's 'bout to be some white on white crime