Ya'll think I'm not black,
Cause I dont run around with baggy-ass slacks,
And my mouth full of TicTacs,
And just cause I take life as it comes,
And I don't be runin around with my cap guns,
Well I got news fa ya'll,
While yall be usin food stamps,
I'll be shoppin at the mall,
And guess who yall motha fuckas gonna call,
When ya asses run out of money and your car stall,
And ya gotta pay da fee and then yall niggas gonna call me,
But I'll just hang up on your ass,
Because i'll remember these times where you judged me too fast.