Lyrics:
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
erreicht mein' Swag
Digga, fick dein Image, ihr seid bloß fake
Jeder von euch Lookalikes wär' gern Kay
Fenster runter, Drive-By auf dich Hater bam bam
na krawędzi świat w tunelu pędził
Wierz mi demon tylko czeka by Cię skreślić
Weź idź po rozum do głowy po rade do duchów
Usiądź odetchnij, ściągnij,
High time I go and give up the ghost
Look back on my life and all I see
Is a nerd obscured by weed and smoke
I worry I can't do it but I know
If I go
sell a nickle chums to bums
run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome
-nigga, fuck that, you see I'm livin on my own
-my life is
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Ayy
Ayy
(Hit-boy)
Still that bitch with all the guys, like Janet and The Jackson 5 (beat it)
Told 'em, I'll be rich by
party yah shot
Yeah Yeah
Da party yah shot
Da party yah shot like a matic
Gyal a bubble and a bum pon it
Liquor by the crate henny affi
Up in a mi cup
you stayed by my side
Or you called me a priest
You searched through my mouth
To check for gold teeth
You were pawning my shoes as I bled
You left
dumb priors drive-bys in that buick
Low air in front tire
Hood I'm from made us killers
Pussy nigga come try us
Now I know where you been hidin'
So, we
saved so I lay my life
Cant lie when i step in the booth
Cant lie when i streets
Cant lie i call on the name of Jesus when i struggle to sleep
Only by
the O-V-c and the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I'll tell you why
You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons
always like this, never thought i'd fall this deep
All mystique is long gone, i'm in a hole and my call is weak
But the people just don't listen to a bum
A Town ready but Cali’s where i lay my head
see i walk by faith and i rest in grace so i spend a lot of time by my bed
whether I’m 85 on dat 5 or 65 all up
holy..
I'm a drrty rokka!
A straight way-rokka!
I am scum, I'm a bum, I'm a white trash - motherfukker!
I'm a drrty rokka!
Your men's cokk blokker!
head is pain
It's dumb brick
Walked past dollar slice done quick
Some crackhead tried to follow me, you know
Bum shit had a bad week so my
Tolerance is
Still the days go by, blessed one time
Night and day coincide
I just want to live, I just want to live
[Oatmeal]
I'm kinda antsy on my feet, on these
But I’mma get mine even though i dont the feel the Almighty
By my side
Waiting on God’s timing
Even though I don’t feel like myself imma keep
My
broccoli
i don’t got time
for the hypocrisy
don’t hit my line
if u ain’t coppin shit
i try to b on time
time fly by
time irrelevant
whenever
i get
some days, it’s a crawl space what you rather bum pays, walk around dumb with your Tim’s cup such waste, you don’t want that life it does not pay, people
the back of the Range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be
tryna off him
She calls me stubborn
When it comes to war you know I’ll bum him
An I don’t miss but I pray that it done him
Take man’s soul from a press
their eyes at me
They really need attention
If I don't matter to you bum
Why you in my mentions?
She want a click, want a double tap
Wanna rack it up
I'm
moons in my room
Look just chillin by myself and no one else cause I was like shook
by this rotten scandalous, low-life dirty work
Then moms and pops they
got power, go easy at first
Control on, how's that so far, so good
Turn on the suction pumps pumps on, stand by
It's working, it's blowing in nodules
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