BOBBY BROCKHAMPTON

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
My decisions—I ain't sure if they the right ones
My daddy used to beat my mommy; I would fight him
But I been thinkin' that I'm kinda just like him
I take a sip, and then I go and grab a knife, and
I take a drive while I'm high—suspend my license
I'm hanging out the window speedin' on the I-10
I'm headed west out to Hollywood with my friends
I'm moving out, and I don't care if you like it
'Cause I've been sleeping on the roaches—I don't like this
I'm going platinum, then I'm gon' buy a island
I'm in that water to the creases in my eyelids
I'm out in Austin—I got work on consignment
I met some niggas that was runnin' in apartments
Take the money, take the weed into the darkness
I turned heartless, the barrel barkin'
I break commandments Moses put on stone carvings

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
I did business with a homie—now he trippin' 'bout some money
Partially—mainly trippin' 'bout percentages he wanted
Made the trip to California, made the album of a lifetime
Fuck this boyband shit, I just want a lifeline
I just want my mom back, my sister in a Cadillac
The black—she had the rims to match
Twitter fuckin' pillow mat
I am not an activist just because I like dick
Nigga, my existence is enough to end all this shit
I be studyin'
Lot of music coming out that I ain't fuckin' with
Shit that we makin' sound like Southside Dungeon shit
We the new Motown
Thugs with no guns 'round, friendship is gangsta