What's good my brother?
Chillin?
Yo give me five Dutches bro
Deadass
Too much things going up in my head
Too much things going up in my head
Yeah
I used to think being dead was better than living
Bad women, bad drugs equals bad decisions
My mind racing thinking what the f*ck I'm gonna do
I don't wanna work momma, I don't wanna go to school
Basement trynna finish the woods
White people getting rid of the hood
Yeah we did what we could
I can't sleep, got a tab workin' all on my eye
I can't tell you what it means to be outside of time
Wishing friends would resurrect to tell me what it's like
To be in heaven or in hell, flying through the skies
My father always told me shorty you should graduate
Friends dying at a higher rate, make you retire late
World falling, damn, and I'm supposed to stand?
Like a college diploma really gon give me a 100 bands
Fall apart, self destruct, making dutch extendos
F*cking with this redbone, stuck inside my headphones
How many times I been around to see the love and pain?
How many times we got to f*ck to get inside your brain?
How many checks I got to blow to get a icey chain?
How many of you niggas rapping just for minute fame?
Minute Maid, got the juice for a little change
Make them coins run out, did you make a change?
I've been thinking should I wait another second more
For you disrespectful whores to finally learn my name...
(But f*ck ya)
We just animals, what we actin civil for?
Everytime we get the most we just want a little more
I probably died fighting back inside the Civil War
I know America gon' want another Civil War
Teach my kids all I know before you shoot 'em up
Until we dead they gon' say we didn't lose enough
I pray for niggas that was winning but they lose for us
Bitches that don't really know us wanna choose for us
Instagram got me stuck, tripping seeing colors
When she ask me if I love her all I say is f*ck her
Smoking dope, looking out for the undercovers
F*cking under covers 'til my night is covered
Lookin at my phone, world getting loonier
Games still nuclear
Colonizing planets 'cause our future looking gloomier
Will I get old? Hold up
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What's good my brother?
Chillin?
Yo give me five Dutches bro
Deadass
Too much things going up in my head
Too much things going up in my head
Yeah
I used to think being dead was better than living
Bad women, bad drugs equals bad decisions
My mind racing thinking what the f*ck I'm gonna do
I don't wanna work momma, I don't wanna go to school
Basement trynna finish the woods
White people getting rid of the hood
Yeah we did what we could
I can't sleep, got a tab workin' all on my eye
I can't tell you what it means to be outside of time
Wishing friends would resurrect to tell me what it's like
To be in heaven or in hell, flying through the skies
My father always told me shorty you should graduate
Friends dying at a higher rate, make you retire late
World falling, damn, and I'm supposed to stand?
Like a college diploma really gon give me a 100 bands
Fall apart, self destruct, making dutch extendos
F*cking with this redbone, stuck inside my headphones
How many times I been around to see the love and pain?
How many times we got to f*ck to get inside your brain?
How many checks I got to blow to get a icey chain?
How many of you niggas rapping just for minute fame?
Minute Maid, got the juice for a little change
Make them coins run out, did you make a change?
I've been thinking should I wait another second more
For you disrespectful whores to finally learn my name...
(But f*ck ya)
We just animals, what we actin civil for?
Everytime we get the most we just want a little more
I probably died fighting back inside the Civil War
I know America gon' want another Civil War
Teach my kids all I know before you shoot 'em up
Until we dead they gon' say we didn't lose enough
I pray for niggas that was winning but they lose for us
Bitches that don't really know us wanna choose for us
Instagram got me stuck, tripping seeing colors
When she ask me if I love her all I say is f*ck her
Smoking dope, looking out for the undercovers
F*cking under covers 'til my night is covered
Lookin at my phone, world getting loonier
Games still nuclear
Colonizing planets 'cause our future looking gloomier
Will I get old? Hold up
Chillin?
Yo give me five Dutches bro
Deadass
Too much things going up in my head
Too much things going up in my head
Yeah
I used to think being dead was better than living
Bad women, bad drugs equals bad decisions
My mind racing thinking what the f*ck I'm gonna do
I don't wanna work momma, I don't wanna go to school
Basement trynna finish the woods
White people getting rid of the hood
Yeah we did what we could
I can't sleep, got a tab workin' all on my eye
I can't tell you what it means to be outside of time
Wishing friends would resurrect to tell me what it's like
To be in heaven or in hell, flying through the skies
My father always told me shorty you should graduate
Friends dying at a higher rate, make you retire late
World falling, damn, and I'm supposed to stand?
Like a college diploma really gon give me a 100 bands
Fall apart, self destruct, making dutch extendos
F*cking with this redbone, stuck inside my headphones
How many times I been around to see the love and pain?
How many times we got to f*ck to get inside your brain?
How many checks I got to blow to get a icey chain?
How many of you niggas rapping just for minute fame?
Minute Maid, got the juice for a little change
Make them coins run out, did you make a change?
I've been thinking should I wait another second more
For you disrespectful whores to finally learn my name...
(But f*ck ya)
We just animals, what we actin civil for?
Everytime we get the most we just want a little more
I probably died fighting back inside the Civil War
I know America gon' want another Civil War
Teach my kids all I know before you shoot 'em up
Until we dead they gon' say we didn't lose enough
I pray for niggas that was winning but they lose for us
Bitches that don't really know us wanna choose for us
Instagram got me stuck, tripping seeing colors
When she ask me if I love her all I say is f*ck her
Smoking dope, looking out for the undercovers
F*cking under covers 'til my night is covered
Lookin at my phone, world getting loonier
Games still nuclear
Colonizing planets 'cause our future looking gloomier
Will I get old? Hold up
Writer: Robert Acevedo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid