ju heard?

You heard

Dame la botella so we can get right

Pour me a swig so we wavy boi

Pause so I can get a sweet flick

I’ll swing all over the bars

Just to make a public spectacle

No belt

See my sweaty wedgie

Fuck it top 5 who really cares

We doing pole tricks til we get to the city

Watch out

I wanna bust my ass and look foolish

Clueless we dropping liqs everywhere

No respect for NYC

The city shits on me

Why I gotta care for someone else

Once I become major league

Gonna be a guaranteed block party

For everyone each night

I know the hood fucked up like me

Prospects for future all time high

I can get off ten deep on one bluntville

Ain’t nobody got time to be relearning shit

I already forgot

We out to the otherside

To do absolutely nothing

While saying very little

Although we gonna be loud as fuck

Costs to be down with cool kids

Privilege means you got responsibilities

And shit like that

None of them can fulfill

Except eager stereotype

You reject and confirm as you burn

Before during and after school

Lunch never tasted so good

Understand life expectancy of hood

Is hush conversation so consciousness

Camouflaged like cargos carrying nothing

Let’s make it happen

Chasing empty dreams on a path to perdition

In unjust system showtime with street rhythm

Brolic with nonsense to get most attention

Pretending never concerned

But deep down scorned by scars

That won’t heal

Won’t get too deep to reveal

Precise autobiography you don’t deserve

The truth only censored

730 act designed to convince you

Lack of currency urgently hiding

Courage easy to procrastinate

Except you are no longer young

With fewer options

Death has knocked too many times

You never cashed a blank check

Written to you dropped from holy heaven

You don’t believe in self

Much less fake friends

How will you make it

All depends