Chorus
Thou shalt be trill n***a
Motherf**a and real sisters
Same ones I came with
We got a 1000 words and take real pictures
Got styrofoam of my mama's tears
Pour it up that's ChamPAIN
Real n***as & real b**hes they all apart of my campaign
Verse 1
Just opened up my big mouth this my version of small talk
Got a size 12 of these Stan Smiths that took big steps of this small walk
Heavy hearts I'm talkin' day ones on day two they're shot
6 guys using 12 hands wooden coffins and we dropped
This is my PTSD ‘cause not even me respects me
Still gotta go to school tomorrow f** algebra life be testing me
Still trying to pa** through ninth grade and life grade
Ain't no one to talk to everyone telling me F.I.S.H
f** It sh** Happens and showing emotions is bish
Under my burdens I bury they're squished
My poker face never will show it exists
Take that n***a take that by any means I'mma ride for the payback
I'm a race rat trying to chase cash give a f** about the age gap
Whether night or the day trap f** tomorrow 5 seconds is my ASAP
Second Verse
Silhouettes give me a tease
While b**hes collecting the fees
How can I knock off your hustle
‘Cause nothing may come from degrees
The world is a savage beauty will hide in sinister smile
Enjoy what you gather cause will walk in the middle of aisles
Playing them both sides morals are compromised
Everyday hood sh** feel comfort in homicides
Why mama gotta work so hard when she never get a chance to eat her fruits of her labor?
These days I be looking for the words in the church but it hurts when the bible can't save us
From a stray from beautiful p**y with AIDS
The silence of cancer in food I just ate
The ambulance comes with an hour delay
Pimpin' robbin' boostin' nuisance
30's AK's Sirens music