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letra de white immigrant - djay kennedy

[verse 1]
white boy black hood
white hood i feel misunderstood
i was raised hearing words like finna
ask my mom if we finna have grits for dinner
i guess from day one i was a born sinner
pops stayed with the family
another reason for the hood to get mad at me
i can’t control these circ-mstances
i would beg the lord for second chances
homecoming dance with no dances
d-mn
i would get beat up cuz i was a white man
to this day i have mostly black friends
but my white friends say they all pretend
lived with latinos
one of the only gringos
see me as a target they say bingo
listening to migos in school
but i dont think im very cool i’m just not dunking my head in liquor pools
white people racist to me in the present
moved to a mostly white city my life turned sh-tty
no friends hid in the shadows
my old friends was too busy dying in chicago

[hook]
white immigrant moved to the ghetto
poor mother and father is j-petto
black and latino friends all ever had
d-mn these white kids really make me mad

[verse 2]
when i first moved to a white city i didn’t know where i was going
wind was blowing i was greeted my smiling faces
at home on the streets it would be crowded places
gunshots rang out everybody dyin
these kids dont get they iphone now they all cryin
my mom changed her background story
all cuz she found some glory
father never home
i just wanna sack this city like im rome
i wanted an all black cadillac
nice rims and loud speakers
momma always had me wear jordans as sneakers
all my friends black in this white city
white kids hate me call me a wannabe
funny thing is they dont know my backstory
rest in peace to my dead homies
and f-ck you to those that dont know me
she say she got an -ss i say show me
this a white girl i just got to blow me
i bet yall salty
chillin with bunk im mcnaulty
i’ll do my drugs on the side
ask my cities thugs whos down to ride for a homicide tonight
chillin with my crew im the light in the night
both sides always asking me to fight
can’t we all get along alright?
i generally dont see race
but i thought this was nessary to get off my chest
you’ll never see me laid to rest and in this sh-t we call life i tried my best

- djay kennedy

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