[Intro]

Hé bien peut-être l'oiseau

L'oiseau qui dormait en chacun de nous

S'élèvera

[Verse 1]

Hipster by heart, but I can tell you how the streets feel

Everybody thirsty, and they looking for a refill

If the gang eating, guns barking at your doggy bag

Get took out for your take out now you carry out

Murder by delivery, married at the Paramount

I just coughed up a fair amount of niggas might air it out

Judge a book by cover, so we never educated

It ain't about races, poor and rich segregated

Just to get the bacon, dog, you gotta go HAM

Use to be lost until I found who I am

But it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands

Locked, tryna get real creative with some Spam

Glock tend to jam cause a nigga serve butter

Just to get a little bread had to keep the mayo smothered

All I really wanted was to overdub my vocals

But no one ever thought that I would take it past local

High like 'top a totem, man, somebody shoulda told 'em

That if money grow on trees, being rich is dime a dozen

[Hook]

So I'm smoking by my lonely

By my goddamn self—I don't need your help, homie

'Cause don't nobody really know me

Say, nobody really know me

[Verse 2]

See, that's going on a limb

And I used to sell trees, and I used to rock Timbs

Radiohead shit: Fiends with the bends

Back when Granny used to tell me "Stay out or in"

Letting the cold air out, tryna know my whereabouts

Gone for three days, ain't nobody ever heard about—

How I got them Jordans, but that ain't too important

When I got a bitch pregnant, and I'm stacking for abortion

And all I really wanted was to give myself a portion

Lit up off the Henny, got a nigga self-absorbing

Smoking on a bogey, no bust-down, who can I trust now?

A lady snitchin', got the whole block down

Now, we gon' eat now

No rebound when you're boxed-out, belly of the beast now

Now, you got me feeling trapped, and I can't look back

When the road ahead is gold and the past is made of ash

And I'm going through the trash, tryna find a little treasure

Living for the better, tryna get myself together

[Hook]

So I'm smoking by my lonely

By my goddamn self—I don't need your help, homie

'Cause don't nobody really know me

Said nobody really know me