[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Boy went home, boy made it to the news
Boy went home, still dealing with family blues
Family feuds is the fuel that I would use
To pursue the music that these kids hinge to
Devil wears cargos, devil won't [?] though
Commas by my bedside, drinking, I feel shallow
My bloody hand drip as I scroll through the bible
This is just me documenting my survival
Survival, hello America
I still feel like all these motherfuckers ain't hearing us
Tryna be like one direction help me get thе perfect Harry cause
Look around, wеll ain't nobody scared of us
That shit got played out, that shit was wearing me down
Lamest around, the bread was coming in
Helping my family out, my mind needs medicine
So shit, if we all tryna crank a fuckin' hit out?
Shit the money stupid, now I'm searching for the truth
Two still fuck through my plate for a loot[?]
My beard got long and my problems did too
Yellin' southside while I got my head up out the roof
Comin' out the woodwork hungry
You boys look so thirsty, ain't you bout 40?
Shoulda had a plan, get your dirty fingers off me
Ain't nobody tried to help me out when I was starvin'
Lookin' like a Martian, still ain't fuck target
Shopping at Marshalls
Got poppin and we turned into some targets
We was smoking future just for shit to hit the hardest
Crib smell like chronic, memories hypnotic
Need me a partner up here in the valley
Feel like Chris Farley, Hollywood so toxic
Don't get me started the homies work hardest
Boy went home, boy made it to the news
Boy went home, still dealing with family blues
Family feuds is the fuel that I would use
To pursue the music that these kids hinge to
Devil wears cargos, devil won't [?] though
Commas by my bedside, drinking, I feel shallow
My bloody hand drip as I scroll through the bible
This is just me documenting my survival
Survival, hello America
I still feel like all these motherfuckers ain't hearing us
Tryna be like one direction help me get thе perfect Harry cause
Look around, wеll ain't nobody scared of us
That shit got played out, that shit was wearing me down
Lamest around, the bread was coming in
Helping my family out, my mind needs medicine
So shit, if we all tryna crank a fuckin' hit out?
Shit the money stupid, now I'm searching for the truth
Two still fuck through my plate for a loot[?]
My beard got long and my problems did too
Yellin' southside while I got my head up out the roof
Comin' out the woodwork hungry
You boys look so thirsty, ain't you bout 40?
Shoulda had a plan, get your dirty fingers off me
Ain't nobody tried to help me out when I was starvin'
Lookin' like a Martian, still ain't fuck target
Shopping at Marshalls
Got poppin and we turned into some targets
We was smoking future just for shit to hit the hardest
Crib smell like chronic, memories hypnotic
Need me a partner up here in the valley
Feel like Chris Farley, Hollywood so toxic
Don't get me started the homies work hardest
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