I'm with a bunch of stupid niggas, did I stutter?
I don't speak before I think so I mean every letter
Lil' rat nigga was hiding in the gutter
Couldn't find where he was at so we fucked up his brother
Someone must suffer for somethin' dumb
This summer the Sun bring out buns, the guns bring out funds
The feds, the fuzz, shooting up the fucking club
A bunch a young niggas, shit
So to be or not to be?
A nigga tryna rise above the fuck shit
I don't know niggas could pull up at my door
Talk coals and cat callin' dog hoes
I don't show hands, low hands (Lohan’s) held
My lens see more bands, my prayers answered
Idle time is the place the devil dance at dark-night
Fuck a Batman, I'm Gat-man but robbin' on sight
For your sack, you could get sacrificed
But that's some bad advice
Skrap in tight into your seat and take a trip with JID
Better get yo ass up off yo ass
Told yo ass: It's time to eat!
Clean the bed and pack the bags, roll the weed
Take a shot cause I can't drink, because I'm driving
Trippin' through my mind
Had some time to think about the times
Blurred vision couldn't see the signs and beneath the lies
And from my youth I've seen the truth will come and demonize
Realize that everybody blind but tryna lead the blind
Eyes on God, gathering minds til' we redefine
Reminded, refined wood plottin' formaldehyde
Gentrifying my hood, my juug tryna galvanize, good!
My mama got this shit from out the mud
My sister had the baby with the blood
My pops was in the 80's off the drugs with a 38 snub
Maybe yo daddy flipped a pack and had the strap in yo hood
My family black as fuck and black is love
I've been faded back to black it ain't no good for me
But better than it could be, I'm stupid as fuck
Shit, but all my niggas stupider
My shooter could pull out a Ruger for your arugula
Irregular triggering thoughts
Out the blue, red lights on, flickering off
Check the mirror and move! Gun shots, just a spiritual tune on some nights
Niggas bored, they ain't got nothin' to do
No opportunity, community centers for after school, you can cool at
Fuck it they goonin', cop a tool my nigga move that
Fuck is you doin'? Let him cook it on the spoon, now he spoon-fed
Dope fiends howling at the Moon from balloon bags
