William Hutson - Bout That lyrics

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] This is for the quarter wad of penny candy poor ventilation Broken freezer, broke and freezing with a heater and a ring Came from the slime at the bottom of the land before time From the chalk dust falling out the pocket The time James died on good times The time lapse to the sunrise on the arctic sh** from the vomit of the bowel with no solid Human feces by the soil, sleeping bag on the street By the row where they fight over french fries And dope, where they choke for peso b**h this from that C-section From the bloody afterbirth of the greed Blood streaks on the back of a hearse [Refrain: Daveed Diggs] All green everything, gettin' that guap All clean everything, swag on lock Everybody holler at the first thing, f** it Real G sh** means don't say nothin' [Hook: Baseck & (Daveed Diggs)] 'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!) 'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!) 'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (sh**!) Ain't that just bout a b**h? 'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!) 'Bout that (b**h!), better not (Run!) 'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!) 'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!) [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] For the teeth loose, for the hole gnawed by the root For the skeet shoot, taking on a chimp for the freaks For the stiff upper lip, uppers loving the lift The other utterances, yeah I'm f**ing your b**h The hard facade over the hard heart The chrome rim, look at him, whipping a work of art The f** is Basquiat? Park name, Rosa Parks The dogs let out to walk and the gods all talk gibberish Yup, littlest pup figure he bigger enough To scrap for the meat with a Rott' Eat in the streets 'till it rot Fecal for free and the steeple don't mean nothing So everybody's Sunday best when you see him coming [Refrain: Daveed Diggs] All gray everything, reppin' them colors Pastor always talking about sisters and brothers Slanging on the church steps, fake s**ers bluffing Real G sh** means don't say nothing [Hook: Baseck & (Daveed Diggs)] 'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!) 'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!) 'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (sh**!) Ain't that just bout a b**h? 'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!) 'Bout that (b**h!), better not (Run!) 'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!) 'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!) [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] For the city that's going wild And drowning without Poseidon And flying their flags for tyrants And vibing out on the violence With Vitamin Water sighing And crying bout the profiling Profanity on the mind Bout the vanity with all the blinds drawn Looking out for the shooters But f** it, we are polluters Riots is for the looters The pious don't know the truth Or the bias they pointing to And the fire that they pursuing Is higher than those with eyes That is redder than jeans are blue [Refrain: Daveed Diggs] All purple everything, who got grapes Higher than a motherf**er about to go ape If you got a pistol, just keep on tucking Real G sh** means don't say nothing [Hook: Baseck & (Daveed Diggs)] 'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!) 'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!) 'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (sh**!) Ain't that just bout a b**h? 'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!) 'Bout that (b**h!), better not (Run!) 'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!) 'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)