[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

You internet weird, boy, go and close your laptop

Bet your friends that bop

Imagine if your cousin never got shot

Imagine if shots never got thrown

I'm alone, yeah I'm looking for a home

All these motherfuckers looking for a clone

And I, and I, and I, and I, and I

And I'm searchin' for a purpose

I'm the furthest thing from worthless

I'm the furthest thing from perfect

I just thought I'd let y'all know

Barely touched the surface

My cousin back in the morning

My good God done closed the curtains

I just sold my fucking soul

Who done let y'all in? (Oh)

My veins still crawling

Bangin' on that (Ah), slangin' all that (Ah-ah)

Made to fall back (Ah), made to sit back

My days don't mean that much no more

Remember when I wanna ride that sto'

Little Black boy bang Glock, let's go

Big bro had the whole block on froze

All pink everything, I think I'm Cam'ron

Playing Bloody Mary, keep my lamp on

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Pull up, Chevy truck, with the pump and some yellow stones

See my homie here, but tomorrow, yeah, they not around

That's something that I know, but I won't stand my fucking ground

Lose my world, my mind, all the time, I'm a fucking child

Pull up, Chevy truck, with the pump and some yellow stones

See my homie here, but tomorrow, yeah, they not around

That's something that I know, but I won't stand my fucking ground

Lose my world, my mind, all the time, I'm a fucking child

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]

Red lips is drippin' like, ooh

Fingertip, grippin' that, ooh

Find me on top of the roof

Fuck you right under the moon, ahhhh

Bitch speaking French on the phone (Brrrp!)

Colors of my body looking vibrant (Vibrant)

I got a thotty on vibrate (Vibrate)

She hit me on the phone, no vibrate, lightweight

When she see what's inside, wait, like you know

Socks rolled up, powder rocks in the Nikes

Eyelids low, skirt in the clouds

Better fuck her on the driveway, top on the highway

Oh my God, don't come 'round here

The Sun 'round here, the fun right here

Oh my God, what the fuck you do with it?

Try to come through with it, baby, I'm true with it

[Bridge: Matt Champion]

Oh my God

Oh my God

Oh my God

[Verse 3: Ameer Vann]

Ugh! Rockstar with the top down (Damn)

On my sixth shot, call me Mike Brown (Goddamn)

Wear the name like a thorn-crown

Let go and see the white now

Little boy from the H-Town (City)

Raised in the sewers in the city of the syrup

Skype call to Europe like brrrp!

Money come fast when you born like this

With that flow so crisp

Nigga been lit since high school

Where I learned to trap with them white dudes

What that white do? Nigga, you don't know

I done paid my dues, I don't fuck with you

I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes

And all year round, that mink coat to match

And wood on the dash of my candy 'Lac

All this shit I ain't supposed to have

With my selfish ass, I've been living lavish

Head so big that the roof is absent

Chain so big that my neck been cracking

Whip so slick that I slip through traffic

Same old shit from when they brought me here

And the smoke's too thick to see my fate is clear

I might disappear and then reappear

Because I'm mostly smoke and I'm always dope

Never going broke and never did before

Doing pretty good far as geniuses go

Know they want a thug but they needed some more

Most know about Slim, they don't know about Ro'

They don't know about chrome, they don't know about po'

They don't know about the Screw, they don't know about the mo'

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