Casket - $ILKMONEY

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S’white boy, S.O.S you left me in the jungle man

Young, black and just don’t give a fuck

I like to get high all day, sleep, and get my digits up

The skeletons in my closet so deep, I couldn’t dig 'em up

Could give a fuck about a job, I’d rather stick a nigga up for a bigger cut

Ain’t eat in months, I need a bigger cup, 'cause we ain’t eat in months

White education, black self-hatred is what they teaching us

Carcinogens and scraps off the pavement is what they feeding us

Long as the weed lit up and we keep it tucked, we don’t give a fuck

Shit, bitch, I really lied in that casket

Told no truths when I prayed for my child to become a bastard

Showed no proof of my ways and my actions to pointless masses

Count backwards 'cause time don’t exist but only matter