[Intro: Dnaps the King]
n***a is you serious? You pick my a** up in a muthaf**in' box on wheels, take me to a goddamn raggedy a** applebee's AND THEN you can't even pick up the muthaf**in check? I thought you was a rapper! Broke a** n***a!
[Verse 1: Dnaps the King]
'Scuse me while I do my thing
Mooty be the new regime
All a n***a ever known was broken hearts and foolish dreams
Drama got me doin beans
Mama got me queued to scream
Callin me a loser if it's true im blaming you for genes
I'm just tryna cash out
Used to pine at Matt's house
But soon as them rents
Caught that scent
Kicked our a** out
And all them nights I pa**ed out I prolly shoulda pa**ed up
I would go back to cla** but
I ain't even pa** bruh
Wish I could go back to (ta)
Whippin' in that max-ma
And sittin in that pa**-ga (pa**enger)
My n***as in that back, bus
Different from that a-duh
Lescence now we a-dults
All we got is hope
Like our folks
When they had us
Never had much
Always had a song
Words for which I'd get from when them b**hes did me wrong
And I always said these n***as would get thrown from the throne
Just as soon as I get out my parents' home and I'm gone
[Hook]
If I could talk to god, I would prolly say
I been workin' hard, ain't my money on the way?
I could die tomorrow, sh** I'll prolly die today
Realest n***a till I'm gone, then the realest in the grave
If I could talk to god, I would prolly say
I been workin' hard, ain't my money on the way?
I could die tomorrow, sh** I'll prolly die today
Realest n***a till I'm gone, then the realest in the grave
[Verse 2: J.R. Carrera]
(Young Fidel Castro, got yo b**h wetter than my back is)
Vision of utopia
You chasing opiums
Cravin' some euphoria
It's crazy bruh
I been actin crazy huh
Skippin cla**, chasin' a** is typical
You a teen rapper, first you gotta fix your syllables
Its simple son
Sip a ton
Rap about the sh** you done
Live and love
Get f**ed up
Don't stop till you get enough
Then come back to reality
Chasing fallacies to please the inner child in me
I think its time to flip the switch
And rap about some real sh**, some real sh**
[Breakdown: Dnaps The King]
Get this money
I'ma get this money
When i get this money won't no n***a take it from me now
Get this money
We gon get this money
When we get this money ain't a damn thing funny now
[Hook]
If I could talk to god, I would prolly say
I been workin' hard, ain't my money on the way?
I could die tomorrow, sh** I'll prolly die today
Realest n***a till I'm gone, then the realest in the grave
If I could talk to god, I would prolly say
I been workin' hard, ain't my money on the way?
I could die tomorrow, sh** I'll prolly die today
Realest n***a till I'm gone, then the realest in the grave
[Outro: Dnaps the King]
In life, all you really got is your word, and your n***as. You heard the song, I'd say my word's pretty dope... And my n***as? Ain't NOBODY f**in' with my n***as... Nights like these, you really just gotta sit back and ask yourself, "what do I want in life?" I don't know about you, but sh**... I want it all