Chuck Strangers - Cla** Pictures lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Yo [Verse 1] I sold my n***a these jordans Just so we could go on this date And you can do is b**h, about how I'm late I cut the container in half, 'cause I'm low on cash The situation is bleak. It was strong, but our lovin' is weak I quit my job and my folks threw me out last week sh** I can't even buy something to eat The whole world had laughs But Patrick let me crash on his couch It was blue maybe green First night I made Daily Routine Saw that sh** on Adidas I'm thinking "n***as deada** got a chance to be on" I ain't write this as no "I have a Dream" song "Poor n***a" theme song I mean it can, if you want it to be I just thought I'd talk some more about me Y'all n***as say he equal Just vibing with the people I'm scratching lottery tickets like, damn my n***a did we lose? Looking at my rent bill like, n***a did I move? [Verse 2] When I was young, they asked my favorite color I'm thinking "What the f** do you mean?" When we was all pure, I wasn't focused on green Screaming, "take your crayons back" The only color that matters is black See we live in a world of perspectives See us in nice sh** and they want us arrested I ain't go to school We ain't have no electives Time's got erect We ain't have no electric Your boss wonders why you ain't enthused After this $8.60 its back to the blues After this $8.60 its back to the blues But its all about perspectives We just smoke weed, wild out, and drive reckless My n***as never listen to no Slipknot record I play 3-6 and get mad respect But I'm feeling worthless No money because I'm worthless This the real world, what the f** you was expecting