Niggas stay talkin', they ain't about shit Pull off, 30 stay in my wallet Mind gone, mind gone insane, yo If it ain't a problem better not call my name Mans keep talking like he a prophet (whoa) No time to learn that we ain't 'bout it (whoa, whoa) Mind gone, mind gone insane, yo Yo if it ain't a problem then don't call my name I said (pardon the, uh, technical difficulties) And I ain't taking "no" no more Them niggas grew up on Screw? What the fuck dawg? Now we getting back to the beginning You gave me scrimmage, I played to finish Remember them old days I was fucking 'round with women We was backin' up them drives like we was finished Runnin' 'round in Corpus, two-door, I explore Hit the gas then he floor it We just took off with some more shit Pray to God he keep my money straight One-four SUV behind me like motorcade Shot on that bitch at an alarming rate Chills in your body they glisten and shimmer Like you just went out of the armory, uh-uh Move he dippin and dive whenever you cry, I will arrive Blood, sweat and tears will let you go fly Had to use soap, uh-uh, staying afloat, uh-uh Shout out B Trip, Conan and Burt Shout out Chris, Chloe and Kelly, uh I'm going fast you ready I keep the celly on silent I hope the future is vibrant for all of my brothers, all of my kin, all of my gang (Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties) Big tr-, big tr-, big tr-, big tr- (this is the beginning!) Big trauma, stone-cold stunner (woo) Shotgunner, hot like summer My lover, ain't no sucker She'll break your windows, that's no fun, uh Big trauma, stone-cold stunner (woo) Shotgunner, hot like summer My lover, ain't no sucker She'll break your windows, that's no fun, uh Close the door Watch me go I'm gettin' close to God Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me While you talking big I'll be still pimpin' Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me While you talking big I'll be Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me While you talking big I'll be still pimpin' Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me While you talking big I'll be still pimpin' I'm livin' in the Sou- (Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
Got it, I got it, oh Say what you're looking for, 'cause I got it, yeah, ay I got it, I got it, oh I got it, yeah Oh yes I made it alive, Lake Shore Drive, headed to paradise In this moment of mine, I can't recognize, or see that the glare is right And what you compromise, I almost die, I doubt the water is red as mine Ay, how you lonely in a room with God? Never slow up, not even a pitstop Praying my niggas'll never get caught Overcame it all, like I'm some big shot Was startin' to be a man, up to the wrist watch To the collar shirt tucked, with the front pocket Part of adolescence when they go blossom When your stars align, I hope there's no comet So far it's Oh yes, I made it alive, I'm on the West Side, still at my momma house The kids on my conscience now, coz the youth dying and it's just more common now Common ground, stuck through it all like we Carmelo Comin' down, high offa life, arrive unannounced Summonin', numbin' the pain of when I'm in doubt High school my head in the clouds, like I learned about Oh yes I made it alive, Lake Shore Drive, headed to paradise In this moment of mine, I can't recognize, or see that the glare is right And what you compromise, I almost die, I doubt the water is red as mine What-what are you looking for? I got it (I got it) I got it (I got it) All the thing's you adore I got it (I got it) I got it (I got it) Runnin' through my city like a tour bus Hopin' one day I can have a tour bus I can see the planets from my window sill, and I tend to tell what is honest I don't wanna fight no one, no contest I just wanna undress my conscience I just met a killer that's bent in his ways Try to raise a family with minimum wage, what can I say? Besides the demons, it's reality for the people that we love And we are the ones that will team up and tee up the party Dead end the school, but they'll show up tardy The audience awfully ready and rowdy I meant it if I said it, you get in writing Got into a science, but write with the lightning Like soil, I'm grounded, the seed has just sprouted Oh yes I made it alive, Lake Shore Drive, headed to paradise In this moment of mine, I can't recognize, or see that the glare is right And what you compromise, I almost die, I doubt the water is red as mine What are you looking for? I got it, I got it (show what you want) I got it, I got it (show what you want) All, the thing's you adore I got it, I got it (show what you want) I got it, I got it (show what you want) Show what you want, show what you want Show what you want, show what you want I just wanna be the plug so my people can eat I just wanna play soccer on rooftops in Tokyo I just wanna find somewhere I don't gotta put a face on for people no mo' Yours truly, Billy Williams
Intro: DJ Bobbito Garcia] Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties [Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] Some days I just don't feel it (Don't feel it, yeah) Some days I want my days to pass right by and change my spirits (Yeah) Your hatin' made me fearless (Me fearless) If it do not make me happy or bread Then, dawg, well, I just can't deal with it (Deal with it, yeah) Swear to God I'm 'bout my business (My business, yeah) Got both of these boys kissin' (Straight kissin') These drinks, they got me spinnin' (Spinnin') B-boy, the way they twistin' up my words For months they said I was missin' Man, the world ain't out to get ya They just tryna dismiss ya, 'miss ya, 'miss ya [Chorus: Kevin Abstract, bearface & Playa] (-day, ooh) They keep twistin' up my words, shawty (-day, ooh) Got me stuck right in the dirt, shawty (-day, ooh) All day, all night, I work Shawty like (The luxury suite) Shawty like (With marble floors) Shawty like (-day, ooh, yeah, ooh) They keep twistin' up my words, shawty (-day, ooh, yeah) Got me stuck right in the dirt, shawty (-day, ooh, ooh, fun) I think all night, I work Shawty like (It's like a luxury suite) Shawty like (With marble floors) Shawty like [Verse 2: Jabari Manwa] Tryna' drag my name in the dirt There they go twistin' my words Tal'm 'bout this what he say she say Tell 'em, "I don't give a fuck" Tell 'em, "It ain't my concern" You ain't gotta be in my world Tal'm 'bout this what he say she say I don't give a fuck (Give a fuck, give a fuck) Stay ridin' 'round with my team, we don't give a fuck I keep my space serene, still don't give a fuck They don't wanna see me gleam, I been knew wassup [Verse 3: Christian Alexander] (Yeah, okay, yeah) My attention span is outrageous So invested 'til you come faceless Where's the finish line that I can work towards? 'Cause otherwise I'm on vacation My location gone, my dick is long I'm up and down 'til I make a song Now tell me what I'm doin' wrong So I can leave your ass and I make you feel neglected Paranoid and uninvested My money's gone but there's a bigger picture I got goin' on "Who you signin' to? When the album come? When your next shit drop? Can you make a song That goes on the lines of "Going Thru?" 'Cause your new shit's good, but I gotta say When I heard those chords I was blown away" Nah, fuck that My family just wants their son back Lucky me, I'm just a scumbag I watch a little TV, then it's back to the lab again Workin' nights 'cause I wanna compete with producers Out do these brain-dead losers Yeah, you hate me, that's excuses, and I hate you too If we were in the same room I think I'd fuck you too I'm done with playin' games, you lame excuse of a stoner boy I'm tired of people weighin' me down I'm about to drown in this empty void cause Hey, I'm done with playin' games, shawty Yeah, she wanna suck my dick, shawty [Chorus: Kevin Abstract, bearface & Playa] (-day, ooh, yeah, ooh) They keep twistin' up my words, shawty (-day, ooh, yeah) Got me stuck right in the dirt, shawty (-day, ooh, ooh, fun) All day, all night, I work Shawty like (The luxury suite) Shawty like (With marble floors) Shawty like (-day, ooh, yeah, ooh) They keep twistin' up my words, shawty (-day, ooh, yeah) Got me stuck right in the dirt, shawty (-day, ooh, ooh, fun) I think all night, I work Shawty like (It's like a luxury suite) Shawty like (With marble floors) Shawty like [Outro: Ryan Beatty] Nobody sees it like we do Nobody knows what we've been through It's been a hell of a year, but I know you got me and I got you Now look at the love, look at the love Nobody sees it like we do Nobody knows what we've been through It's been a hell of a year, but I know you got me and I got you Now look at the love, look at the love
ngl i vastly prefer this verse from Joba over the one where he gets insanely TMI about cumming on the couch and stuff. feel like that song should've been put in the Disney vault and replaced with this certified COVID-era BANGER
