(1st Verse)
You see that bujwa , inside of that new car,
that yo' favorite rapper supposedly got is rented.
my car tinted , the world shady,
it tried to play me, love friends and family , but.. F a stranger pay me
hell is hot and dark , hope I can illuminate ya..
you got love for everyone and wonder why they hate ya.
give me some headphones and a beer, let me write somethin sincere for my peers
that they can downgrade and hate on while I hold back tears
these drugs they create get people livin' fakely in a world that's made up
that fake stuff, pretty girls don't think they pretty without make up..
and these rappers who claim they sellin' dope got straight A's bra..
talkin' 'bout get yo' cake up when you wake up..
I didn't succeed in school they said I'd be a failure
but pastor troy said keep grindin' KG you gon' make it
(Hook) [2xs]
I'm in and out like a trapper in a dope house..
I'm spittin' rounds like a chopper at ya dome now
but I don't mean no harm tryna bring you home now
tryna get you ta open yo' mind wit no chrome now
(2nd Verse)
Guns are needed not wanted, pasts are real but you can't let 'em haunt ya
asses titties big booties whatever happened to a woman's persauna?
personality, you know the finer things, what happened to you caring what's inside of me?
what happened to the days people wasn't supposed to die?
days folks got on the mic to testify?
these days people get on the mic to tell a lie
sell a brick go to they mom's and say the cooked a pie
why should I tell you my business when I was livin' senseless
in and out my mama house without her permission
folks askin' what's the ticket but it's not worth it
because any man in the can life feel worthless.
and if you a thug like you say you is..
how does nobody know you who you say you is..?
and when you get locked up, how you get out so quick??
is it safe to say you can label a thug a snitch? (uh)
(Hook) [2xs]
(3rd Verse)
Don't say you work in the streets but get it how you live,
don't work with outsiders and don't leave it around the kids..
don't talk about it be about it be about yo' biz..
be about love but also know fake from real..
them looks mean somethin' your gut'll tell you how you feel..
and when you get played it make's you question your judgement.
know what real is but know fake's amongst uss.
used to attend church til I saw preachers just pimpin' hoes..
every word they say the audience posed to swallow..
the wrong crowd is who the young'ns tend to follow
til they get wise enough to wanna see tomorrow..
I don't care if I'm rich or poor you better ask to borrow..
don't steal, join the party, we all tryin' to ball bro..
I'm peaceful but my piece full of night caps fool..
bumpin' slow jams ridin' jus me strap that's boo..
you act cool when you gotta gun that's cool..
these ain't made for flashin' they made to blast fools..
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
