[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
I'm twenty young
I'm not getting no money (Bro)
I make hella excuses (Jokes)
Think everything is funny (Ha)
I'm lying to my money (Sorry)
I tell her I'm not hungry (Its a lie)
I'm up late night I'm working (sh**)
Otherwise I'm bumming
On (?) with my (?) (Tick tick)
They cop cigarettes for me (God damn)
What type of life is this
No one taught me sh** (Never)
Sit back and I reminisce
How would I smoke out with (?)
He told me stories about how he was a kid
Meanwhile y mom kept my a** in the crib
"Keep your a** in the crib 'cause these n***as are shooting"
No bunch of chitter chatter
"Cause any day could be the day her son go splitter splatter
And she says she remembers when she heard my pitter patter
So it probably confused her when a n***a picked up a rapper
I pick up while I'm smoking cover up the (?)
I'm writing all these stories n***as got to feel this chapter
I'm dodging d**h on the daily I've been ducking some disasters
So you talking about my Twitter, I'm like what the f** it matters
Talking about my Twitter I'm like what the f** it matter huh
(What the f** it matter huh)
So you talking about my Twitter i'm like what the f** it matter huh
(That's it?)
Said you talking about my Twitter I'm like what the f** it matter huh
What the f** it matter
Said you talking bout my Twitter like what the f** it matter huh
Just some kids k**ing sh**
Making hits, taking risks
Just some kids k**ing sh**
Making hits, taking risks
Take a hit of this oooh
Just some kids k**ing sh**
Kids k**ing sh**
Making hits, taking risks
Tick tick