Cucho Bandito - Cuchos Here (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Cucho Bandito] Spit sick, oh I hope you catch it School full of tools, hallway chatter 'bout the ratchets Doubted me now they saying I'm about it Can't make mistakes because I'm always rapping Damn sh** was strange last year Worked all summer Book-store chashier My close friend f**ing shot himself So I drink shots and go f** myself Thinking f** my health At the beach, on my knees Screaming "God won't help." But now it's better. Wool over vision Women, take off my sweaters And now I go and get her These verses hold my soul like my old shoe dresser f**ed up on my first green pasture I thought about the future while time moved backwards I didn't like it. I felt too righteous So now on these tracks is the only time I light sh** Seems to be loved ones leaving me But I know all these nerds still believe in me String theory, big banging on computer screens Make Change like seasoning. They seen in me: Atilla Frieza A Hungary f**ing Ceaser They say I'm not Nas Till I turn these tracks to Ether Light a j up. Take the lay up Hit the backboard. But still make the playoffs Make some office space, Y'all getting laid off Pack of wild dogs, Heard full of based gods