IDK's track delves into themes of confidence, resilience, and the complexities of success. The artist juxtaposes superficial judgments with deeper self-assurance, noting that even if someone lacks certain attributes ("If she ain't got no ass but the face pretty"), he might still make exceptions based on inner qualities. IDK reflects on his journey from feeling different to embracing his unique path to success. He confronts adversaries who attempt to tarnish his image ("tryna put the red on my white tee") but remains undeterred, recognizing that their efforts are futile against his determination. The recurring motif of the "white tee" symbolizes purity and authenticity amid external challenges. Furthermore, IDK addresses potential conflicts with a sense of inevitability and control, asserting his dominance both lyrically and metaphorically. Overall, the song encapsulates a narrative of overcoming obstacles while maintaining one's integrity and self-worth.
In My White Tee
Lyrics
If she ain't got no ass but the face pretty, I'll make an exception (yes)
I could be your Usher, Chilli, catch me then I'm stressin' (yeah)
I tax for the show, silly, you get no exemptions (money)
My taxes is six figures, Uncle Sam is trippin'
See, back when I was gettin' (yeah), I knew was different (right)
I knew that I was a Pimp C (okay) before I heard "Big Pimpin'" (uh-huh)
Like all the free shit they tried to send me, bitch, I'm gifted
I'm claimin' their spot as I come for the top, if I look at 'em, I get to grinnin' (ha-ha)
I boom, nigga, I got goons, nigga, in the room, nigga
I'm the only civilized one if I leave you doomed, nigga
Who, nigga, say they write, nigga? That ain't true, nigga
Come between my cash and your ass, it's my shoe, nigga
Yeah, up in my white tee
Niggas out here tryna put the red on my white tee
I say, "Be my guest," but success is unlikely
I just took a guess, and I guess they don't like me
I stress they won't try me
Yeah, up in my white tee
Niggas out here tryna put the red on my white tee
I say, "Be my guest," but success is unlikely
I just took a guess, and I guess they don't like me
I stress they won't try me
Approach with caution, no Robitussin, I'm sick, I'm coughin'
If the four-four sparkin', I spit you, coffin, please close your coffin
Leave you dead, you're tossed in Dawsons Creek, so unique my bars is
Ridin' past the margins, that room, I barge in
Don't care if you changin' or you naked
Wash and cut off your faucet and the stop the flossin'
I sell tics, no Boston, now, what you drawin'? Limestone?
I pull up on your jawn, draw it, you on the floor with your eyes closed
And look at me, I'm chalkin' 'round you, I made it so easy for cops
When they found you six days after leavin', that's actually decent
I'm bound to take you niggas down to the morgue, take a look
And them pronounce you D-E-A-D, the DA lookin' at me
I'm lookin' back like, bitch, I'm innocent, smilin' like, "Can't you see?"
Yeah, up in my white tee
Niggas out here tryna put the red on my white tee
I say, "Be my guest," but success is unlikely
I just took a guess, and I guess they don't like me
I stress they won't try me
Yeah, up in my white tee
Niggas out here tryna put the red on my white tee
I say, "Be my guest," but success is unlikely
I just took a guess, and I guess they don't like me
I stress they won't try me
Writer(s): Bernard Leverette, Gerald Tiller, Jamall Willingham, Jason Mills, Maurice Gleaton, Tobias Breuer
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, KEEP IT PIMPIN PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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