Picket Fences

Yeah
Against the world
Picket fences
Black boy up against those picket fences
Against the world
Picket fences
I feel the most black ‘gainst those picket fences
In the suburbs
(Uhuh nigga)
And it’s the-
Suburban blackboy check me out
Stay in the books but I got style
T shirt from that thrift shop
And my Jordans be hand-me-down
Issa new brand of blackness
But I own that shit
Never a slave to none
Nigga I own that whip
And I been called «oreo» and «whiteboy»
But I ball dirty than Mike, boy
That’s dirty like my SBs
(and I don’t even skate no more)
That’s dirty but the sprite clean
Used to get swerved by birds, but I really feel like cupid
And loneliness the homie, in my bedroom making music
I never fit in boxes, but fitting in is stupid
And when I got probs, me and Frank make solutions
Picket fences
Black boy up against those picket fences
Against the world
(We on nigga)
Picket fences
I feel the most black ‘gainst those picket fences
In the suburbs
(Uh uh nigga)