Intro : [ jetlagg ] 2x
Broken kid from a broken home
I'm giving clothes, spending all my money at Timezone
Paying 10 dollars just to get a license
No tests, my bad we just open minded
Verse 1 : [ jetlagg ]
Waking up, stained shirt with the white chucks
Coming last, no bucks I ain't givin f**s
Introvert living in a third world country
Random sport jerseys cause we got nobody reppin'
I'm just expressin', brown kid stuck in nba benches
But we from the trenches with no silverspoons
Blood and kin full of platoons
If you only knew what we can do all you hear is doot doo doo!
Bullets going through that's spelling T-R-U
But to you? We just some foreigners
Who wants to put four-in-her
Astronomer wonderin' where the kid coming from
The lyric stats are unsurpa**ed that overpa**ed the math exam
All advance what can you say?
We providin' double A's and we just chargin' up
Ain't even fourth quarter and we already made the clutch
This gifted poetic birth is a dispersed curse
But all they looking for is Yeezus shirts
And it gets worse cause it came from Gildan first
Eaten by the Hypest Beast
No winter days or autumn trees
And it's always a summer breeze
I'm out here chasing broken dreams
Trynna, get everyone outta the streets
Cause the Lord wants me to divide the bread
The chosen one that God has sent
Chorus : [ jetlagg ]
Broken kid from a broken home
I'm giving clothes, spending all my money at Timezone
Just to play some ps4
Paying 10 dollars just to get a license
No tests, my bad we just open minded
We on top of rooftops and jeepneys
Eatin' at KFC is already a luxury
We all got some coupons with nothing to lose but
sh** ain't free
Verse 2 : [ jetlagg ]
I'm ridin' tricycles chargin' less than a (dollar bill,)
Driver's k**, day and night just to feed the family salt and rice
While others payin just to f** in a hotel
And still, they barely even finish they meals
We out here strugglin' just to get a job
While at the Land of The Free? It's definitely no prob'
I'm out here meltin' from the pot
And the lights at the darkest nights, I only see are from the cops
Airplanes are dippin'
While I'm sleepin at seven
As I'm in heaven
Lyrics forgotten
Just a kid from the mountains
On the clouds, So I'm reaching for planets
Veni Vidi Vici
Unknown rapper but the kid three-peat
We payin' to look bummy
I'm only beggin' for words cause I'm poetic hungry
I smoke a little cig, I do it for the flick
The haters on my dick, Just got a little praise
Now you textin' hey?
Chorus
Verse 3 :
Honestly, this money tree is chokin' me
It's blurrin my vision, all loved ones fading from superstition
Now I'm stuck in a prison, greed in my system
No bail or justice could free me from this Emmy written revision
Been stuck here so long, boy we in a dementia maybe nostalgia
I don't even know..
(So I wen't home)