White House

Chorus Let's go do a drive by on the White House Let's pull a home invasion on the White House Well, about three in the morning we pop up on their lawn And we run in with out warning Turn that bitch to Tha Carter I say let's go set up shop inside the White House I say let's go set up shop inside the White House Verse 1 Is it me or, all the people we elected just a decoy I know I'm the only person I can speak for First line of The Constitution should read "We The Poor" We lost but who's keeping score Guess I'm just another black man fly as Batman Wish I had money like Bruce Wayne though But I got that sack in then I hit that trap And, hope I don't get booked like Reading Rainbow Niggas 5-0 in plain clothes That's if you ain't know You can see the Pin quicker than a nigga hanging clothes I made it through high school to end up slangin' dope Meanwhile momma still tryna cope, gotta love it Old school nigga gettin' chewed like Double Bubble Bad bitch hubba hubba Clips like Nutter Butters Two clip Trip, yes bitch that's double trouble Kick back watching all my friends turn another color Chorus Verse 2 Is it me or, are we trapped I just watched them shoot a nigga eight times in the back We endangered cuz we black now we got a shorter life span But if I'm broke it's my fault, not the white man Change the channel, time to cope Silly you, go and vote Let's see who the government gon bailout when they go broke Cross your fingers, maybe you Hold your breath, turn blue We put money in elections and take money out the schools Where's the logic, oh sorry logic doesn't turn up profits Unarmed black male shot down by the coppers And somebody's camera caught it So the whole world watch it Billion young niggas round here walkin round with Choppers Cuz they feel like they a target, can you blame em' Neighborhood watch shot lil homie now he famous What did you expect from the people you neglect I say they won't take us serious til we standing at their steps in all black singing Chorus Verse 3 I guess I'm out of my mind, at the end of my rope I've got nowhere to go, like I've got a hole in my boat Say when it rains it pours, it'll get prepared to get soaked I'm tryna clean up my image, looks like I'm all out of soap All for a slice of that apple you'll find my knife at your throat See when it's beef you'll get served. Did someone order the roast Now I've got money to blow, ughh well not really Put money over your head, you'll be found dead before you get it I'm with the shit I admit it, tryna snap back like a fitted I just be who I am, ain't no way I can fix it I just watch from a distance, take my shots with precision And if Jesus is calling he must be calling restricted I've been through so much pain, I've lost all feeling My little brother ain't here, this year he would be twenty Maybe twenty-one Groupie bitches rotate shots like a mini gun If money ain't the bigger picture you must not be getting none Chorus