Jeety Wheadies (feat. Saint Josh)

Got black air forces Just kidding got the Jeety's Knock Knock open up, It's the GDS! Ate 3 Kids, with a bowl of mini Wheaties Busy making music, Chilling we some BDs Just to be clear, We're not Black Disciples We're white fat and stupid And we're about to read The Bible That's how you know We're hard as fuck Been chilling for a while, but now your time is up! It's about drive, it's about power We stay hungry, we devour Put in the work, put in the hours and take what's ours Black and Samoan in my veins My culture banging with Strange I change the game, so what's my motherfucking name Desecration, defamation, if you wanna bring it to the masses Face to face, now we escalating when I have to put boots to asses Mean on ya, like a dream when I'm rumbling you're gonna scream mama So bring drama to the King Brahma Comin' at you with extreme mana Encapsulated In a rap you hated Oversaturated In the craft degraded Now that's debated They're past is fabricated Everyone wear a mask Now the mask has masqueraded The vaccinated They're aggravated Over the stats, we say they're fascinating So I'm glad we made it Graduated But you know where we have to take it No cap Autograph the affidavit Backspace to catch these phrases Boy, I'm outer space Pass these pages out Cash these majors I'm past these payments And these average wages Boy I hacked the matrix