Window Seat Childish Major

[Intro]
Yeah
It's hot as shit in here man, what the fuck
The air don't work no more

[Verse 1]
They swear a country boy ain't got it, I'm that dollar in your pocket
You steady looking in your wallet but you lost it
Visit lil Marcus in the yard with no shoes, mama said be cautious
I used to think she cared too fucking much
But I know they pushing poison, why they poison us?
I see the truth, don't wanna bore you with it
But I know they selling front row tickets
To a court room sentence, don't wanna see you in it
If I ever had a son, I'd name that nigga no
Ain't gotta be a yes man to get some glow
You can get the same shine being you and being mine
Focus and just keep your heart in mine
And everybody talking 'bout skrrting and driving
Cause bitches infatuated with niggas that's lying
And I would never wait up on a nigga, I be grated on a nigga
I could wait up all alone and get my own (yeah)
Knocking at the shelter doors like it's home here
I got a dollar and a dream and it's cold here
Tying up my sneakers, I ain't waiting on him neither
I need a cheque that's thicker than Bonita
I'm from the place where the clan come
We was minding business then they told us put hands up
No one should be right, force a nigga to stand up
Are we just that bad or is it just bad luck?
Oh you black huh? Till it's time to black, then you back up
We call you out and you hate us with passion
My girl thinks she gotta keep up with Dashians
Fuck them hoes, you a bad one
You a bad one, you a bad one
Fuck them hoes, you a bad one
You a bad one, you a bad one, yeah