Im sick and tired of all the homies goin and judging me
What, did your mom tell you run that mouth til you gotta flee?
You talk smack, all up in my face, so I turn on my G
Whimperin like a puppy, runnin like a cat, now you see.
Yo im a skinny white boy, they call me Kerr
I don’t look like a fighter when you see me at first
Don’t talk smack, don’t talk back, that’s what they say
I do what I want, so back off, mkay?
Now I aint judge by color, sex, or age
Im 14, a saltine, ready to get out that cage
So I see a red brown yellow I don’t care
So long as you don’t judge me with my beat and my snare
Yeah you think your real tough grabbing a**** on the street?
Think you look tight just cause you wear Dre's Beats?
Ill tell you what, show me up, then ill give you respect
Until then you can go home and write a few more bad checks, b****
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Just a test run, let me know what you think.
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