Why must I feel like that?
(Trap Adix)
Why must I feel like that?
Incredibly gifted
You can't beat me with a baseball bat
I'm from a place where you better be different
These niggas aiming at your baseball hat
Put extra holes in your letterman sixes
Niggas retire out the streets with no medals
But they medal left veterans lifted
I'm a king in my checkers a missus checking for change in my pocket
I got babies at home and they ain't feeding they self
Bank ain't making no loans to black man
It's 1987 so that crack jam
So my habit make my cash do a tap dance
Hand to hand exchanges
Got me high as fuck now I'm eager and dangerous
I could stack it up if I just hit a couple licks
I ain't no bitch but if I get caught I'm sure gone miss it
When the kids pull up
When the kids pull up
We grew up on the west-side, west-side
I'm just tryna live my best life, ya damn right
Till the kids pull up
Grandma cooking the kitchen looking a mess
Reminiscing knowing you blessed
In the vision guiding you
I smell violets and violence
Sugar and silence
Making melodies and beats out of bullets and sirens
Wiping boogers on Darrel back and Davion is smiling
Baby how I'm supposed to feed y'all up in this wild asylum
Go outside and play a little
Grass stains on my jeans, ya'll boss [?] so they scratching up my face a little
Faith in little things like candy rings and skittles give it to my crush and all I hope is that she be open to play a little
Save a little for tomorrow cause when the lights come on we borrowing time
Like watching angels age a little
Say a little prayer
Before I go to bed, thankful for my mom every night about my head
How she fill that void when pops was in the feds
And her only concern was that her sons will never scare
When the kids pull up
When the kids pull up
We grew up on the west-side, west-side
I'm just tryna live my best life, ya damn right
Till the kids pull up
Till the kids pull up
