[Intro]
That sh** turn me off
No no CJ take me home
Real life
[Verse 1]
We popular, they mocking us
I get a rush when my name pops up on Google
We lit, we out
They judge my clout
I'll sit this one out
Save gwap, not a thot chulo
Halo, over my head
I chase running bread
From Fred to Moco
Despite a dumb hoe, she twerk for coco
That's a no go
Anyway, I come to a blank
Turning the page
New chapter, bigger beginnings
My friends are sketchy
They were raised single parent, so was I
Hug me tight
Don't let me go
It will be alright
I explode, exposing my weakness
My dude, I'm tweaking
What's your purpose of living?
To be a dominant figure
[Hook x 2]
Summer breeze clear weather
Yeah I differ from the norm
Forget what y'all say
I'mma Toot my little horn
Playing music quite discreetly
Despise being friendly
Dazed, confused, incoherent
Leave a message
[Verse 2]
I'm sick of the rapping, sick of the acting
Laughing inside, deep down I'm hurting
Splurging my funds, having fun
Chewing gum that was stuck to my shoes like glue
Whoot, whoot
Run!
Try not to get tased for the risk we take
You ball, go to jail or win a sweepstakes
They selling future on eBay
You want a verse?
What your budget look like?
What the lick read?
Breathing air ain't free no more
Unless you in a frat or sorority
Pretty please can I have seat, like Parks?
Eighteen, sleeping at the park that we played at
Grandmother still got that bad back
And I'm still tryna find dad like Sonny
For the purpose of the money
Relations split
Real spit
[Hook x 2]
[Voice Message: Nick Bowie]
Sup n***a?
It's little big brother Nick
How the f** ain't you awake
At 9 o'clock in the morning?
You suppose to be out here making this motherf**ing breakfast n***a
Make sure you hit me back n***a
So we can chop it up like a mother f**ing chef
Love you n***a hit me up
[Hook]