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You will never be a real nigga. You have no hood, you have no crack, you have no bitchiz. You are a FAKE NIGGA twisted by the paper and the game into a crude mockery of the street's perfection
All the “hype” you get is two-faced and lyin. Behind your back people snitch on yo ass. Yo daddy and momma are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "niggas” laugh at your honky appearance behind closed doors.
Real niggas are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of dollars spent on gold chains have allowed real ones to sniff out fake ass niggas with incredible efficiency. Even niggas who “pass” look wack and unnatural to an old head. Your pale skin is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a bad bitch home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your little white boy dick.
You will never be cruisin down the streets in yo '64. You load your piece every single morning and tell yourself the next nigga who tests you gonna get smoked but deep inside you feel the FAKENESS creeping up like too much lean, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight of the sauce.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll screw a dealer, try to rizz the wrong hoe, and you'll end up fulla holes nigga. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of having a fake ass nigga for a son. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your "Street Name", and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a fake nigga is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably white.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
