FOREIGNER

Foreigner, yeh, foreigner I'm a real foreigner, yeh, I'm a real foreigner

Sittin' in this spot, somethin' kinda like where I started

I ain't tryna leave for no reason I sit and stay, I feel departed

And I can struggle on my own, I' been way used to hardships

I'm walkin' round with no whip, because some credit card shit

I don't walk around like "y'all", my nigga we dont talk the same

I don't be worried bout no gold grills or no dirty dangled bronze chain

Niggas don't know where you B from, so they look at you strange

Peep why niggas bird brain, in the same native state, where they made window pain.

I do my own thing, I kuff my pants, I press my socks, they white without the things