Sunken Place
Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
I got the Crocs with the Louis V locks
And I swear it be causin dilemmas
I hit yo daughter last night with no socks
And I swear I be givin her tremors
A fortnight ago she was watchin my watch
And she told me she like how it shimmer
Said that her dad in the neighborhood watch
But I'm strapped so I'm killin a Zimmer
Till death do I part with that strap
And I swear it's my second amendment
I pray to the lord everyday he forgive me
For all of this sinnin
And it's peace always till you touch my fam
I'll get a life sentence
It's a thousand ways to die
But I'll tell you your demise
Inna bout ten minutes
Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
I'm so focused like Adderall phetamine
Niggas is actin like they is ahead of me
I hit the gas and it was for my betterment
Not sellin rock
Not servin sediment
Please don't talk needa out of court settlement
Fifteen m's and I need the hoe wedding ring
Punk rock thooter like Skrillex and bangarang
I'm a real player like tonic and Tanqueray
You a bum nigga
Put ya gas on layaway
When I go vacay I go away away
If you not based then stay away
The choppa get loud like a K-array
Tap in with the reaper and fade away
I guess it just wasn't his day today
Tap in with the reaper and fade away
I guess it just wasn't his day today
I'm sinkin down
Sinkin down
Sinkin slow
I can't feel myself
Feel myself
Got no control
Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
I got the Crocs with the Louis V locks
And I swear it be causin dilemmas
I hit yo daughter last night with no socks
And I swear I be givin her tremors
A fortnight ago she was watchin my watch
And she told me she like how it shimmer
Said that her dad in the neighborhood watch
But I'm strapped so I'm killin a Zimmer
Till death do I part with that strap
And I swear it's my second amendment
I pray to the lord everyday he forgive me
For all of this sinnin
And it's peace always till you touch my fam
I'll get a life sentence
It's a thousand ways to die
But I'll tell you your demise
Inna bout ten minutes
Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
I'm so focused like Adderall phetamine
Niggas is actin like they is ahead of me
I hit the gas and it was for my betterment
Not sellin rock
Not servin sediment
Please don't talk needa out of court settlement
Fifteen m's and I need the hoe wedding ring
Punk rock thooter like Skrillex and bangarang
I'm a real player like tonic and Tanqueray
You a bum nigga
Put ya gas on layaway
When I go vacay I go away away
If you not based then stay away
The choppa get loud like a K-array
Tap in with the reaper and fade away
I guess it just wasn't his day today
Tap in with the reaper and fade away
I guess it just wasn't his day today
I'm sinkin down
Sinkin down
Sinkin slow
I can't feel myself
Feel myself
Got no control
Watchin a whitey shed tears
Drive through Montclair first gear
Went to New Seasons they scared
They don't want no coloreds round here
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
Get my cuts and then tuck outta here
These whitey remind me of Get Out
Gotta get the fuck up from round here
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I cannot take the prescriptions they give me
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
I'm tuckin off and then handlin business
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Writer(s): Dylan Jones
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