SOUTH

I need some confidence I need a lot of it My dad said I had no common sense I passed on scholarships Only smiling when the dollars hit My inner peace is what I gotta fit Really need some change like Obama bitch Childhood of trauma so I have to make it I was scared of the attic got it from the basement I see you on your Instagram with the product placement I smack that Starbucks out ya hand cuz you all basic I can tell that you spoiled by the way that you act I was told as a kid to pat myself on the back I can tell that you spoiled by the way that you raised I was barely getting paid of the minimum wage I'm broke I don't like a lot I don't like these thots I don't like these thoughts that be running in my noggin Don't like saying I'm good but finding problems I don't like thinking bout my brothers in the coffin Covid got em coughing or was it the blunt Catch me looking for my sense cuz it the end of the month I'm finna roll up roll up Wanna get medicated But my creative will be sedated And honestly I'm sick of all the chasing I' m sick of all the searching for purpose I been lurking in corners I been burning my morals I been seeking these pearls Y'all been seeking the girls Leave that shit to the birds I don't like a lot no I don't like a lot no I don't like a lot I don't like to talk about my talk I don't like the way you fucking walk I don't like a lot I don't like a lot I don't like to talk about my talk I don't like the way you fucking walk Niggas got a lot to say when speaking bad Guess that's what happens When you growing up without a dad Man I love you Scott but truly I don't think you care It's really cool it's fine Cause I ain't even man enough to talk about it I don't like a lot I don't like the way these pigs get promoted to cops I don't like the way they shoot my brothers on the block I don't like to walk the fucking walk On some plank shit Rolling up a doobie Scooby homie finna take this Hit it twice pass it back I ignite roll the Dutch sip the flask I'm alright I don't like my mind When I'm the opposite of the sober I start to unwind When I smell marijuana odor I don't like my life I don't like my therapist My money or this knife I wish I had a gun instead This holy bible ain't so holy when it's full of lead Hollow tips and shallow audience My confidence dims The darkest night has yet to come I guess the reaper creeped in with that Motherfucking gun boy you best a run I don't like a lot I don't like the plot I don't like these niggas they can rot I came from the south Got that gold up in my mouth I be fucking on your spouse I don't like a lot I don't like the plot