Everything's not perfect, I been couch surfin' Sleepin' at the homie house since I moved out Plus a nigga not workin', no gas With my broke ass tryna get high and write raps Mom and dad divorced, goin' through they own shit Strugglin' to keep a roof over our heads House foreclosure, feelin' like the world's over Can't wait till this bullshit blows over Not sober, young nigga got older Heart colder, feelin' like I want more Give me some, turn me up Feelin' like I want more, yeah
Never forget how it felt Remember it so well
My daddy told my granny I'ma die doin' this shit Smokin' crack cocaine, gettin' higher than a bitch Maybe that's why my behavior so addictive Never thought I'd ever make it, takin' this risk All the money that I generated this year Gave it back to charity, my dollars makin' sense here, yeah Momentarily, I'm dreamin' lucid Talkin' to the youth, treat the booth like the pulpit, I Coexist with the Bloods and the Crips Niggas pop shit like the consequence don't exist Hood politics, homie, 2Tall got shot Soon as he recovered, started bangin' Nutty Blocc Hub City bullshit, I never understood Super ghetto janky lil' nigga from the hood
Just a super ghetto janky lil' nigga from the hood Super ghetto janky lil nigga from the hood Just a super ghetto janky lil' nigga from the hood Super ghetto janky lil nigga from the hood, yeah Super ghetto janky lil nigga from the hood Super ghetto janky lil nigga from the hood Super ghetto janky lil nigga from the hood Super ghetto janky lil nigga from the hood
Never forget how it felt Remember it so well
Compositores: Axel Albert Morgan (Axfolie), Simmie Sims ECAD: Obra #34841646