SHIRT - Cuba lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Ran into my man talking "How you bruh? This life'll do ya" I just turned and said, "I'm breathing, n***a, hallelujah!" Went fishing, caught some oppur-tunas Making up words, I'm an opportunist Keep thinking a n***a ain't got maneuvers f** the media, they not to fool us Kid on the cover cause he shot them schools up Think I don't know what's happening here? Dog, this not new to us, they mock the ruler But it's all good, right? I just got to Cuba, sh** is live Big homie had cancer and he chopped the tumor Sister hate you plus your Pop is suit up Life is feeling like it's chopped and screwed up I miss a summertime I can screw up On the way to the beach stopped and copped a cooler Peace tatted on the arm but not the Buddha Police checkpoint, they don't stop the Uber I'm not a stupid muhhhf**a Wasn't born with tools, bored with schools Turned to rap, picked up on all the j**els Turned off to rules, uh United Crates laced me, gun off safety I ain't no one off, baby, I go so dumb lately Stupid Gucci belt, I might've I might've worn that sh** twice Smart's not enough, once you get it you gotta freak it Cars not enough, can't take 'em with you that's not a secret Who the f** are you? You not iller cause you got bread You can be wearing 3 vests I'm still coming for your head ahhh Already dead if I can't live Lil mama, you get me as is Bragging I'm not a one time k** it and stop Ill every time you see me, n***a, that's on my momma [Verse 2] In your town, the flyest Where I'm from I might be bias Dapper Dan, no stylist Always hanging 'round with the fly kids Dreams play like projectors over my eyelids Imagery known to cite riots What if we put Maria in a pizzeria? $100K, $8K a week? I say it's some idea Momma mia My dreams are something else As he learns, he excels I'm from where talent is cheap People just trying to live themselves So when you s** me, although I'm the one that's lucky, you lucky My dick one of the best in the country All I speak in is hyperbole Shorty parents wanna murder me My heart ain't been the same since the surgery Talking old sh**, talking notions, talking oceans Talking Heads, talking beds, talking motions Talking life, talking types, sparking nights She said she ain't seen fireflies till she came to the East Coast Talking d'evils, talking my enemies, talking my peoples Got k**ers walking in steeples, off'n preachers It's a mad world [Hook] (Repeat x2) Fly tweets aside, I think it's time, I think it's time Leave the streets aside, I think it's time, I think it's time Never seen this side, I think it's time, I think it's time How do we decide what's the right time [Verse 3] Asking my God my purpose The city's a damn circus I'll be one of the tigers Let up? Not in the slightest Not in the books Not at the parties, they don't invite us, most times But when they invite us that's some time of my life sh** At the Moma, Yoko Ono came out dancing to Michael I should've kicked it, worse gon happen is they don't like you Asking my b**h the address She like, Pop, I thought you had it My memory's ill, I just remember what matters Little bit of danger, life gets stranger What yo name is? "Shirt, I just be making things" That's what I be saying on planes, when they ask me And I love it, I do I'm saying, you with a n***a saying he got you, he got you [Hook] [Outro]