FUCK OUT MY RIDE BROCKHAMPTON (Ft. Danny Brown)

[Intro]
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Who let the dope boys out?
Thank God you let me crash on your couch
Who's my God that I'm prayin' to now?
Early two-thous, they tried to jump me in, Latino protection
Any direction, you gave me your blessing
Texan, I text him, I told him I got him
Told him I made it to Hollywood, all it took was a summer to fail
Cancel me as hard as you want, it ain't gon' send me to hell
Truth prevails, this is real, miss my brother
I love my mother, drove all the way to Cali' just to check up on me
Made her go home, felt the virus
Internet is like weed and false dreams mixed with science
Deals they had us sign, for years, it had me blind
Think I had to hit rewind and think about why I do shine
Got my cousin doin' time, he was barely pushin' dimes
His whole family cursed, now get the fuck out my ride (Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah
Now get the fuck out my ride
—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah
Now get the fuck out my ride
—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah
Now get the fuck out my ride
—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah
Now get the fuck out my ride