White Jesus Video (MV)

Now they out here saying it's illegal to be broke
Yeah, I run the streets cuz I ain't got nowhere to go
If you want exposure, homie, you should come and get a dose
Of the everything you parents said you weren't supposed to know
Tell me what you know about consensual violence
Or watching an infant crawl from the garbage
Poor little guy hey, where's ya mama?
Pointed to a rat and said "That's my father
Started from the bottom and the rent went up
This f*cking guy is on shit this month!
Wife got em up in the sunken place
Now he yellin in my face with nothin to say
Like 'HEY! I don't really mean to complain
But y'all be out here all day
And I still ain't paid lil punk and the lease is up
But if he really want it will he fight me for it?"
Now they out here saying it's illegal to be broke
Yeah, I run the streets cuz I ain't got nowhere to go
If you want exposure, homie, you should come and get a dose
Of the everything you parents said you weren't supposed to know
We don't own this crib
But we control your kids
We don't own this crib
But we control your kids
We don't own this crib
But we control your kids
Been this way since eighty-five
And I don't mean a time when Christ was alive
But I'm hung like this and I mirth you not
I'mma get shot for the words that I jot
If not, on the passenger side by the cops
If not, I'mma spend my life in a box
Y'all talk about it, read about it
But come see the world that I survive
Okay, now that you gentrified it
And I gotta leave by the end of the month
I'mma come by yours and don't say nothin'
Your whole hood, let's get that jumpin'
Now they out here saying it's illegal to be broke
Yeah, I run the streets cuz I ain't got nowhere to go
If you want exposure, homie, you should come and get a dose
Of the everything you parents said you weren't supposed to know
Pixelated view of the word as we know it
Chill, White Jesus, you tryna be heroic?
We don't need you or the fuel for the fire
That you put on the five other tires that you ride on
Just a reminder your mind is comprised of
Two small fries when it tries to ketchup
Everybody's armed and they tryna get a leg up
Oh whatever, I'm just here to get it lit, yessir
You sittin on the curb tryna merge in a lane
That was made for the worst of America baby
I came with a couple of the skaters to a park
And there ain't no need to get hysterical lady
Now they out here saying it's illegal to be broke
Yeah, I run the streets cuz I ain't got nowhere to go
If you want exposure, homie, you should come and get a dose
Of the everything you parents said you weren't supposed to know
We don't own this crib
But we control your kids
We don't own this crib
But we control your kids
We don't own this crib
But we control your kids