Schoolboy Q - Menace to Society lyrics

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] Dreaming to be a menace, me and my two brothers With three mothers, but no fathers and no b**hes so f** it Shoemaking '96, make the best of it Licking on the thumbs, wipe my shoe, because I just scuffed it Just another day, another gat buzzin' Lying up in first grade, like we all f**ing You want to fight? We all fight! See, we all rushing Streetlights is home, when I'm home mom is [?]fuzzin Waking up for the proper time to sneak, jump out at the window Now we back up in the streets Who got the weed? Who got the liqour? Who got the flow? Who about to rip ya? Spit my lyrical sh**, now we back up on the b**h Said we're dreaming that we're stars, while we point at different cars Wishing that we rich, but sooner or later reality hits Sooner or later our memory switch Different gats and different clips Steady relaxing on the strips Thinking life is just a b**h [Verse 2: Punch] Post traumatic, c**aine repulsive habits Ravish the black ma**es on the Reagan era The reign of terror the ma**es, the birth of a nation Free basing, babies craving a vaccination in this world And it's desires slowly pa**ing through the fire When I wish to do right, what is wrong got expired Know i'm preachin' to the choir lost in this quagmire Sitting on fools gold, 24" inch, I ball wise [?] And honestly, the truth will set you free And yall all liars I'm giving them food for thought, since they say they ain't eating Complaining about hunger pains, in reality they teething They ain't ready for the other side, they're overworking Transmission, slow down to check the mileage The road to riches stay crowded, fake smiling Violence in the mist of it all, remain consciousness [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Yo, sitting up, locked in my room, writing my thoughts Trying to get it across, but half of my n***as is lost It's like, n***as rather claim a set, than earn a check so f** it Hit the burner aim it high up at your neck and bust it Whoa it's that easy, that's how you rock it Damn, that's how you chop it Come on, let's get it popping Over these guitars, see me spitting my scarves See, it really gets hard with a felony charge They send a n***a to jail, it was like living in hell With that "F" on your record, yo, you're destined to fail n***as try to get a job, they figure you rob So it's back to the street life, living it odd Your funds go up, that's when a n***a head blow up Until you floss around a wrong n***a, hair growned up It's kinda strange, when I started, I was already finished Adapted to my enviroment, born to be a menace