3rd Rell - No Morals Lyrics

Hop in the whip and roll the windows up
Yo yo yo (When gone get some food though)
Roll that blunt up son (I got it right here son chill chill chil)
Stop playing around with that shit son (I'm hungry as hell though yo)
(We good right here yo)
Hop in the whip and roll the windows up
Where the lighter at yo (for real we good right here cause)
(Niggas be wilding) we good, we good, we good (Aight say less)

But keep it cracked just a little bit so the smoke can leave
Let's talk about aspirations and what we hope to be
If I make it I'm bringing everyone close to me
You ask me that's the only way it's supposed to be shorty
I won't lie to you but my pain might
A lot of trauma misguiding me, yo I ain't right
I seen a cutie and hollered hoping my game's tight
Ended up f*cking her and her sister in the same night
Boy you ain't right
I was drunk off the henny
I probably laugh about in the morning tell all my homies
What you expect from a little nigga who never was spoiled
I like my women in two's I'm talking plural, living life with no morals
Keep the squares from being around or in your circle
It's really not their intentions to hurt you or to destroy you
That's just the way of life, so don't act like I never told you
Some niggas never learn, so I guess it's best that I show you
Hop in the whip and roll the windows up
Yeah pull over up there, right there (Aight)
See that car right there
Hop in the whip and roll the windows up
Yeah the one with smoke coming out, yeah
(That karma come back around like a mary-go-round)

This a stick up, stick up ante up empty your pockets
You think I wear this mask for a costume, give me your wallet
I've exhausted every option I'm a two time felon
It's either slang or sticking and robbing to make a profit
I'll blow a hole clean through your melon no guilty conscience
The boogie man that hides in your closet we really monster
I wasn't always like this I promise
I guess the lack of opportunity
Resulted in dreams that Could never prosper (Uhh)
Or I can blame it on my father
Or blame it on they system, or blame it on your honor
Correctional facilities, institutionalized me
Inhumane conditions, conditioned me to be violent
Like a mother f*cking animal, America's child
You birthed me, this how you raised me after tearing us down
I put fear in you now, walking your streets with no morals
That karma come back around like a merry-go-round (Uhh)
That karma come back around like a merry-go-round (Uhh)
Boy you ain't right