Conditions & Compositions (Section 80)
I was listening to Section80
We was living like we was Section 80
I was sleeping in my fathers car, my sister had a baby
Life was crazy and it's still lately
I was smoking to forget my memory still hazy
We still blazing one up for the homies in the sky
I done grew from every tear that's ever fall from these eyes, its SEEDS
I'm too comfortable tossing homies aside, with ease
I'm too comfortable fucking hoes on the side, like sheesh
Learned my lessons and grew from it
I'm counting all my blessings cuhz depression could ruin it
Undressing is addressing all our silly and foolish shit
But really can we talk I'm scared I'm not enough and baby you just won't admit
I'm too vulnerable
I'm too open
I'm too used to answering questions like "psh I don't know"
Like ij is you good "psh, I don't know"
Slid to the hood, you know how the story go
4 deep, packs in back of the Jeep
We packing heat
Heart jumpin, hittin the back of the seats
We pass thru the streets
Hit the ave til gas on the E
We piece a blunt the bend the block and then it's back to the East
I look back on situations like, damn that was me?
I'm O Dawg in the Liquor Store, yeah that was me!
It just happen 2 be-
Living conditions & compositions was the crown of my to kingdom come and all I had to do was speak (Yuh)
All I had to do was speak, up
Please turn yo speakers up, right now
And let yo windows down
Bitch I'm from the 95
Working like a 9-5
Smoking all the time
Rolling up like plenty dimes
There go the 5-0
Creepin like they pennywise
Petty lies rappers always meet demise
But shit, never I -
I was bleeding from my sides
But never gave no mind
Heard they coming for you soul
Bet they never taking mine
Fall 9 times to the chin, but I tend to get up
Shit I was fed up
Pockets low, I need to get my bread up
Cuhz all I see: odyssey, tragedies and Babylon
Memories of deceased where my demons don't cease to battle on
99 pieces to the puzzles, never solve em all
Misery & soliloquies, I swear I jot it all down
I turn my soul into sound
I put on for my city
I keep my feet on the ground
I stay ready for any blessings I got coming around
Cuhz really you never ready for whenever God come around like, wsup?
All I had to do was speak, up
Please turn yo speakers up, right now
And let yo windows down
We was living like we was Section 80
I was sleeping in my fathers car, my sister had a baby
Life was crazy and it's still lately
I was smoking to forget my memory still hazy
We still blazing one up for the homies in the sky
I done grew from every tear that's ever fall from these eyes, its SEEDS
I'm too comfortable tossing homies aside, with ease
I'm too comfortable fucking hoes on the side, like sheesh
Learned my lessons and grew from it
I'm counting all my blessings cuhz depression could ruin it
Undressing is addressing all our silly and foolish shit
But really can we talk I'm scared I'm not enough and baby you just won't admit
I'm too vulnerable
I'm too open
I'm too used to answering questions like "psh I don't know"
Like ij is you good "psh, I don't know"
Slid to the hood, you know how the story go
4 deep, packs in back of the Jeep
We packing heat
Heart jumpin, hittin the back of the seats
We pass thru the streets
Hit the ave til gas on the E
We piece a blunt the bend the block and then it's back to the East
I look back on situations like, damn that was me?
I'm O Dawg in the Liquor Store, yeah that was me!
It just happen 2 be-
Living conditions & compositions was the crown of my to kingdom come and all I had to do was speak (Yuh)
All I had to do was speak, up
Please turn yo speakers up, right now
And let yo windows down
Bitch I'm from the 95
Working like a 9-5
Smoking all the time
Rolling up like plenty dimes
There go the 5-0
Creepin like they pennywise
Petty lies rappers always meet demise
But shit, never I -
I was bleeding from my sides
But never gave no mind
Heard they coming for you soul
Bet they never taking mine
Fall 9 times to the chin, but I tend to get up
Shit I was fed up
Pockets low, I need to get my bread up
Cuhz all I see: odyssey, tragedies and Babylon
Memories of deceased where my demons don't cease to battle on
99 pieces to the puzzles, never solve em all
Misery & soliloquies, I swear I jot it all down
I turn my soul into sound
I put on for my city
I keep my feet on the ground
I stay ready for any blessings I got coming around
Cuhz really you never ready for whenever God come around like, wsup?
All I had to do was speak, up
Please turn yo speakers up, right now
And let yo windows down
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Jarod Asuncion
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