Zen - In I Go lyrics

[Verse 1] This what I roll down Coolwater with White collared folks, blue collared whip Until my momma had a new accident I was planned but that truck hitting wasn't I had a flash of her having a flash of her life So I let go of that wheel, now I'm grabbing the mic Claimed she loved me, she didn't for a week Then she dumped me, so it's Kim on repeat Cliches, spit it your way Or play along with the man for the court case My ready for war face Headphones with the image I portray Speed to school, boy as it rains drama That's that mindset that almost took away momma But now you're safe aren't ya? Got that Bimmer since you had to trash away ya Honda Spiritual epiphanies You see what I meant, their lyrics are my enemy At the same time a friend of me Them bars free me when they sentence me [Hook x2: Zen] In I go, I get it (I get it!) If you don't know, you'll regret (regret it!) The same songs that used to open my eyes Are the same songs I give credit (get it?) [Verse 2] My arms are loaded, made for our rescue Say the culture justified it, God bless you With the guns out, schemin' for bigger funds Eatin' melons while I'm dreamin' of splittin' 'em Fly honies under dry sunny beaches Put us on the map, doin' crime with the meanest But never crime under leaches Cause snitches get… well, you know the rest F school homie, we never wrote the test Cuz if I'm gettin' Fs, then resort to spreadin' cess Red and Meth taught me that's all school is 'bout And if the teacher's frontin', pull the ruger out Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? k** k** k**, murder murder murder That's my answer to the multiple choice I got a sore throat, hear the gun in my voice? [Hook] [Verse 3] In Grade 7, my one dimensional mind Could never see through metaphors and the rhetoric rhymes All I saw was guns, d**, and s** in the lines But now we're untucked from the bed we resided in Whether you cried from sin or rested inside of it We all einsteins questioning why within You steppin' to a menace, I don't bust shells But they flexin on they record, cause they must sell We all guilty of it, can you feel your stomach? [Hook]