Get stuck with a jack knife, middle finger gang sign
Jumped from the backside, my n***a that's life
Black hoodie, pants sags, to his a** wipe
Pocket full of lint cause your homie hit you back like
I'll get that 5 dolla soon, don't worry I'm cool
Got burner on the stove, f** school
Got sweaty palms from the b**h throw shade
45 at the table, put a fork in your plate
Facial changed but these days are the same
Skippin' church for the week, still we pray for the fame
Cause the piggie runnin' low, mama business got closed
Got them pills on her dresser, an eviction to the door
And I hate, sunlight, man I haven't been to church in awhile
Got a nose full a profit, and I'm runnin' outta style
Got ho for the day, and the p**y fertile
And I hate sunlight, man I haven't been to church in awhile
Pack a fist to the face, you can f**in' ask Guile
I could bask in the glory but.. I'm stressed
And I'm runnin' outta options
I'm ridiculed and compressed in a moshpit
And I f**in' feel depressed but I'm not sh**
Hit a bu*ton, you accept, f** a doctrine
(What you know about school?)
Not sh**, pay attention in the service like my pops did
Ninth grade didn't finish, like a b**h 5 minutes
I'm just tryna get a nut, we was caught in detention
I'm a mugshot type of n***a
And she horny as a motherf**in' vikin' n***a
She gon' loosy with her legs wide open
In the backs I smokin', and I love her but my life has been a landslide ocean
And, b**h, jump the grill you was roastin' in
Dinner cage full of ribs I've been focusin'
You can't tell me no sh**, I'm a folk of sin
I might slap a b**h, I'm not emotionless
But I hate, sunlight, man I haven't been to church in awhile
Got a nose full a profit, and I'm runnin' outta style
Got ho for the day, and the p**y fertile
And I hate sunlight, man I haven't been to church in awhile
Pack a fist to the face, you can f**in' ask Guile
I could bask in the glory but.. I'm stressed