Based Demo - Jamal Washington lyrics

[Verse 1] That's 550 for the ounce, drop 5 on it, flip it Bring back the bounce, that's old money the way I grip it I said I was labeled as gifted, just a fable, to some of yall That's old news, new news, don't make the news, regardless of how we feel it Targets to all the crippings And you apes get bananas regardless of how you peeling A nice way to park her truck in front of my house, I hate her We just bums in the crowd, can't run and complain to the mayor I preach for those who never had it, and brag about it Keep the hood under their belt as they grow, they proud about it Beef gets in the way, don't let it stress and get past you They hungry for cheese and bread, young cats looking for fast food They see us young and teach us, that packing 9 millimeters Common colds around their shoulders, these n***as really packing fevers Inferior to pigs, I know enemies fear us Furious to everything, fearing they'll inferior us and break peace [Hook] Got a 40 on my lap, cigarette up on my lips Reminiscing on the past, and forget the fact we kids But that's old news Got a date up on my shirt, memory of a friend Another one got murked, well until we meet again That's old news [Verse 2] I've been off em for a minute, minutes feel like hours And the hours feel like a days, and the days are just a daze and I feel it Getting closer and swallowing me whole, such a depressing stage Pity is never given, but never asked for in the first place Never spoke to God Swallow my pride, and speak about it once, just let it go away Please, I'm begging, knees bruised, eyes swollen, f**ed up Everything is f**ed up, your gone, friends broken Yeah you'll make you it Keep writing, sh** will get right and, and you'll you go right and [Bridge] I don't even know what piece I like most no more Two fingers, two triggers, what's the difference? We all gone die, we all gone die [Hook] [Verse 3] Said you had faith in the rook, never read a book but Stay overbooked, always underdog but stays overlooked Two left feet, two stepping with Satan, with a twenty two In his pocket, and two thoughts on how to make it Gangsters Easy Diploma, that's an easy decision Never hit with precision, curved bullets missed him and told him You're more than that, you're more in fact, you're more to me Just a memory and figure of fallen G's f** I can't speak I been really thinking bout it and the though it makes me weak Like how they your k**er go and rest in the pen While your pictures are framed and your mamma is crying to them And your brother is out there late nights Don't even f** with us he just tryna get his play right His brother wasn't there to get his face right, but now He's out at with dubs just worried bout a pay night