[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
And I ain't got enough niggas around me
I be too scared to be sayin' what the fuck I be thinkin'
I ain't made in a millions with niggas I came was stealin'
But now I'm on that bullshit, every day move like a hypocrite
I hate myself, I'm sick of it
So how I start the discussion?
All dogs go to heaven, fuck, we barkin' in public
I take you straight from the dungeon, [?]
Y'all told me, "speak from the heart," my nigga told me that's rubbish
My life was cursed way before I met Los Angeles
I know the reason that you love me ain't gon' answer shit
And I will keep it to myself, I keep that [?] to the belt
I don't need nobody help, y'all soul put me in this hell
I got myself into this trouble, though
And I will be up at the bungalow
For about a month or so
More like a week or two, it turned into "tell the homeboys bring the speakers through"
Fuck it, bring the ether through
[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Can you hear me chop-choppin' through the speaker? Yeah
Duct tape ear to ear, don't need to hear, yeah
Shut the fuck up, get up out the atmosphere, yeah
You been actin' like a fool up in here, yeah
Fly high, but the money where their eyes at
Nobody perfect, so quit comin' for a clean rap
Dancin' with the devil, and that motherfucker dance well
It don't make a difference where your heart at when the sea swell
And I ain't got enough niggas around me
I be too scared to be sayin' what the fuck I be thinkin'
I ain't made in a millions with niggas I came was stealin'
But now I'm on that bullshit, every day move like a hypocrite
I hate myself, I'm sick of it
So how I start the discussion?
All dogs go to heaven, fuck, we barkin' in public
I take you straight from the dungeon, [?]
Y'all told me, "speak from the heart," my nigga told me that's rubbish
My life was cursed way before I met Los Angeles
I know the reason that you love me ain't gon' answer shit
And I will keep it to myself, I keep that [?] to the belt
I don't need nobody help, y'all soul put me in this hell
I got myself into this trouble, though
And I will be up at the bungalow
For about a month or so
More like a week or two, it turned into "tell the homeboys bring the speakers through"
Fuck it, bring the ether through
[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Can you hear me chop-choppin' through the speaker? Yeah
Duct tape ear to ear, don't need to hear, yeah
Shut the fuck up, get up out the atmosphere, yeah
You been actin' like a fool up in here, yeah
Fly high, but the money where their eyes at
Nobody perfect, so quit comin' for a clean rap
Dancin' with the devil, and that motherfucker dance well
It don't make a difference where your heart at when the sea swell
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