“White Wig Wannabe”
(Blues-funk groove with a hip-hop backbeat)

Verse 1
He roll up in the courtroom, suit pressed tight,
Talkin’ like he grew up on the block last night,
Got a powdered wig and a gold-plated chain,
Spittin’ legalese slang, but it all sound the same.
Yeah, he’s droppin’ “yo” in his cross-exam,
But the judge just smirks — he’s part of the scam.
Fake street cred and a state bar pass,
Sellin’ you out while he’s kissin’ their… gavel, fast.

Chorus
He’s a wigger lawyer, slang in the docket,
State script in his hand, but a chain in his pocket.
Talkin’ rebellion while he’s servin’ the crown,
Playin’ hip-hop savior just to bill you down.

Verse 2
He’ll plead you guilty with a rhyme on the side,
Takin’ selfies in court, hashtag “streetwise pride.”
Claims he fight the system, but he’s paid by the state,
You’re the fish on the hook, and he’s settin’ the bait.
He’ll quote Tupac, then cite subsection B,
Actin’ like he’s gangsta while he’s workin’ for the Queen.
“Yo, my client’s innocent” — wink to the DA,
They both toast at lunch while your rights slip away.

Chorus
He’s a wigger lawyer, slang in the docket,
State script in his hand, but a chain in his pocket.
Talkin’ rebellion while he’s servin’ the crown,
Playin’ hip-hop savior just to bill you down.

Bridge (spoken word over a bassline)
"Objection, your honor —
This witness is outta pocket,
Just like my hourly rate,
Which you can drop in the bucket… cash only."

Verse 3
It’s all legal theatre, a wig and a show,
But the street don’t claim him, the hood already know.
A pawn in the game with a gavel for a mic,
Spittin’ bars that are bogus, while the people get psyched.
So if you see him comin’ with his sideways hat,
Better check your retainer — you ain’t gettin’ that back.

Final Chorus
He’s a wigger lawyer, slang in the docket,
State script in his hand, but a chain in his pocket.
Talkin’ rebellion while he’s servin’ the crown,
Playin’ hip-hop savior just to bill you down.

Outro
Yeah… the beat drops,
But your case?
It’s already gone.