A hard-hitting rap song that boldly explores the struggle of a white boy navigating the rap world, blending clever bars with pop culture references and metaphoric puns, all wrapped up in Kendrick Lamar's iconic style. Expect sharp lyrics, witty commentary, and a raw, explicit take on identity and societal expectations.
Verse 1:
Yo, I’m a white boy, spitting fire like I'm rolling with the fam,
Call me Slim's successor, but I'm no Stan, just a wild card,
Riding beats like I’m Tony Hawk on a memoir, nah, a gun spar,
Lines dropping heavy, make it rain like a winter storm, no false alarm.
Parental advisory, these bars ain’t for the timid,
Cruising through the game, yeah, call it a white boy’s limit,
But I’m spitting bars like I’m on a mission from the Gods,
Metaphors sharper than swords, slashing through the facades.
(Chorus)
White boy in the booth, revolutions on the roof,
Dropping verses like we’re breaking through the concrete truth,
Got my hoodie up, ready for the battle, no straddle,
Rap game’s a jungle, but I’m King of the cattle.
Verse 2:
I’m the son of the suburbs, but my dreams ain't so basic,
Got my mind on the hustle, every deal, I'm gonna chase it,
Watch me knock ’em down, like I’m bowling with a strike,
Metaphors flying high, like I’m E.T. on a bike.
Let ’em talk smack, call me Casper, I’m the ghost,
While I’m snatching beats, I’m the one they’ll fear the most,
Call me David to their Goliath, but I’m packing slingshots,
Aiming for the crown, changing lanes, connecting dots.
(Chorus)
White boy in the booth, revolutions on the roof,
Dropping verses like we’re breaking through the concrete truth,
Got my hoodie up, ready for the battle, no straddle,
Rap game’s a jungle, but I’m King of the cattle.
Verse 3:
These rappers acting tough like they’re Troye Sivan on the block,
But I’m hitting harder, got bars that’ll make them rock,
Pop culture references flowing like a Netflix binge,
They’re stuck in the past, while I’m building my own hinge.
Flip the script, I’m not here to fit the mold,
Breaking down ceilings, turning silver into gold,
They’re throwing shade, but I'm solar, watch me grow,
With every word I breathe, I’ll be stealing the show.
(Chorus)
White boy in the booth, revolutions on the roof,
Dropping verses like we’re breaking through the concrete truth,
Got my hoodie up, ready for the battle, no straddle,
Rap game’s a jungle, but I’m King of the cattle.
Outro:
So here’s to the struggle, to the rise, and the grind,
I’m a white boy in the rap game, redefining the line,
With every line I write, I’m laughing in their face,
This is K-Dub’s moment, watch me take first place.
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hard hitting, alot of swearing, cleaver bars, refrenves to pop culture, witty, metaphoroically, puns, kendrick lamar style rap about being a white boy in the rap world. explicit, 30 line verses, hard hitting, swearing