Slave Robot

SoCal Savages
Yaa

You know I see a lot of people struggling out there and shit
Keep your head up
You know sometimes you gotta
Change the way you move
You feel me

Alright I guess it's my turn
Boutta tell ya story about a little fat bird
Little fat bird grew up in LA
But mommy and daddy sent him to school in del Rey
West side leadership magnet school
I remember getting jumped in the locker room
By some drunk wannabe cholo named Pablo
Even had knife in his hand I guess yolo
This shit continued for 3 f*ckin years
Seriously f*ck all my middle school peers
No friends no money no hunny
Rode the school bus witha bunch of f*cken dummies
Ha haa Shit really wasn't great
But I still came home with a smile on my face
Shit at home wasn't easy either
Let me guess yours wasn't neither?

Shit ain't easy, and life is hard,
Don't let no motherf*cker catch you off guard
Don't live your life in a muthaf*ckin closed box
Cause all you'll be is a slave robot
Shit ain't easy, and life is hard,
Don't let no motherf*cker catch you off guard
Don't live your life in a muthaf*ckin closed box
Cause all you'll be is a slave robot

Slave robot behind the screen of yo phone
Put it down look around, before you end up alone
Don't you wanna live life to the maximum
Find a bad bitch and get a platinum
No such thing as aiming to high
In the mustang you gon see my me fly by
If you aint high you a keeper
Cause bitch i aint either

Shit ain't easy, and life is hard,
Don't let no motherfucker catch you off guard
Don't live your life in a muthaf*ckin closed box
Cause all you'll be is a slave robot

Yeaaa
Slave robot
With b.g savage

Don't be a slave robot
You better than that



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Galindo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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