[Verse 1:BLKSUNCHILD]

Smoke a Black & Mild right down to the plastic

Wind chill drastic, Chicken Noodles be in baggies

Ever heard a dime scream? That's ten bones for the loud pack

Sorry dealer I ain't got a dub

Sorry Mama I'm living a bum life

Temporarily CEASING the lavish life

Sorry Versace I'll rock a scrub

Sorry Jordan I love my boots

Dirt dealt on the soul of our youth

Many lie through the whole of ya tooth

Many cry when you tell 'em they truth

Like many bitches gonna' be what they are

Many niggas gonna' be what they are

Art translates through my pain

Gain Hiis off Lows in the Matrix we gon float

Wit an iPhone chained to my wrist

The new way to tell time

Ten years from now who gon need a watch

Who'll watch after this crime?

[Hook:BLKSUNCHILD]

I'm distorted

My art speaks in vibes

Tryna do more than survive

Hate workin these jobs

Mama need her grip

Pops wanna whip whip that Caddy

(shit) you can't be mad at me (cuz im blk)

[Verse 2:BLKSUNCHILD]

The whole time I been slept on yall been takin a nap

I know them whack rappers give you nightmares in fact

Meanwhile we was big dreaming im done chasin that cat

Unless it got a money tree etched in the pink walls move back

Tip the lady give us elixer

You and I see vibrant pictures

Druggies of our generation generate self hate for days in

Wind chills going

Snares keep the sample going

Take one but dont be so greedy

Fuck that cuz we ain't eatin

(chorus)