Lyrics:
seemed to matter
I neglected my bodily needs
I did not eat, I did not sleep
The intensity increasing
'Til my family found me and intervened
But I was
moonlit nigga, lit nigga
Already got a Oscar for the casa
Runnin' down Grammys with the family
Prolly give a Tony to the homies
Prolly get a Emmy
that ghetty green
U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit
felt her hand in mine and said "Your wrong about me"
"I'm a boy from a good family" I told her
The juke box played an out-of-time tune (So what's new)
In a town in southernmost Sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father away
They hastened for American shores
seemed to matter
I neglected my bodily needs
I did not eat, I did not sleep
The intensity increasing
'Til my family found me and intervened
But I was
injuries
And imagine the boy in his bedroom listening, what is he thinking?
Can you get traumatized at five?
Picture her stood in the telephone box
(Reece, take 'em to church)
I feel like niggas ain't as real as me
So I'm protectin' my energy
I've been talked down by family
So nowadays, we
back in, go to the box, finish my sentence
I don't wanna be around nobody
I'm stabbin' so they don't put me around nobody
You shouldn't be on the corner
the word "Help" comes out
He s broken down, yet his heart is open now
The lost one s found, winds up homeward bound
Heads back to his family Look who
a rocket
I'm pourin' up and I need somebody to stop it
Family photos, almost in tears, that shit gonna tell the story
Stuck in the street and nobody
it's the same old thing
You sit around getting wasted at the bar
I'm tired of delivering the lame excuses
To all our friends and family when the simple
crew
When they seein' what we doing, they be doin it too
I'm thinking out the box like a trapped thief
Getting money from the game like a trap thief
in a box hoping I wasn't getting neglect
My life's a joke might have to pick up some cigarettes
I'm sorry all I did was try to hold ya
But ya gone in
Counting up my blessings man I gotta check em twice
Give a fuck about suggestions ain’t no questions in my mind
Made my family proud now it’s time
he giving them clues
Funny how a rat always get you glued to a fucking Trap when he squeaking who
See 937 that's family fool
See KU that's family too
I
will always be that G from the sip
That's the reason I rep that G and that RIP
Cause I know Gs buried families got pics on their tees saying RIP
RIP RIP
Get my whole family stoned cause I’m sly
All of these hos they want a piece of the pie
They hatin on me cause I’m white
And I got raps like I’m killer
Yea uh huh yea
The game been dirty I just came to wash the dishes
I see red like that yellow box of fishes
I came to make it this year If ya'll
straight no
Time to freak out
Sike
I'm
Ticked off
Social distance
What if I'm my own boss
TP frenzy
Cats trying box
Hand sanitizer Price
Looking
Like
out to my family out in Palm Beach
I'm out here in Cali with the palm trees
Warm breeze
Preachers and OGs
Ain't what it seems
Survive a long winter in
Only family when we feud, I struggled only, this rumor
Betrayal lie in your heart, you reminisce on the start
But progress is never static, we stumbling
You folding on me
We ain't family
We ain't homies
No
Yeah she a thot trying to blow me
Like when the 40 show
I'm on the blocc with some killaz
thinking about my family tree
And how there are people who love me
I always have everything I need
My life is a box that's full of seeds
That always grow
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