No Relation I
Ladi da
I had to do it to em
I wrote this in a park
In a park and I'm parked thinkin bout another day
Left the school and now I'm smart en look I'm tryina find my way
These n***** soft. Press pause. Tell em play another day
I know the cause gon cost that's what it take to be great
And I know I be late, but still a n**** show face
In the booth climbing charts I put in work that's gon pay
Mayday, mayday, mayday. I see y'all on a plummet
If it was some Double Dutch yaw n***** couldn't jump in
If I was the shit yaw n***** still couldn't stomach
A. Concept on the mix. My n***** ill with production
She bout to blow a fit aye baby chill with that fuck shit
How bout we make some kids? Or baby get up out the function
I win up in a months span
I live like how live just like a kid up in this country
Told us get up out the country, but it really ain't they country
The Chico got the flour but black people got the power
But it's mean up in this country
I can feel the recent sun shift
I'm only doing one shift and it's bout to take an hour
I don't need all day to put some lines on tape to keep you quiet go to sleep
You praying
I'll see yaw Sunday n***** next week. Bitch I'm preying
A hunting n***** gotta go eat think I'm playing
You could save that joker shit for DC
Peep the Baterangs. They circle back give my cat woman the lavish things
It's action when yo mans coming. Boom bap drumming
My facts f... I'm sorry
I wrote this in a park
I grew up real solid
I learned from my father
Forgot to acknowledge
The pen when I slaughter
But why even bother
When penmanship conjures
The mentions of drama
I can't even ponder and count how often they pout
What is it about
I don't know
What we learn from teachers is reason to flirt
With cynical people; really love to hurt
The middle is me. See we freed from the dirt
The vision is kings who don't need to resort
To primitive ways
Try not to retort
I meant to evade the debating sport
But a n**** to proud to not stand for his points
I be trippin
I wrote this in a park
As we're playing, he would count off at a certain tempo that
He knows everyone can play at just because
You know that you coming to work
You traveled a really long way
You contemplate solitude. Mentioned to all the dudes having a lot on your plate
Let's talk about all of the days
When you had legitimate joy
I had to do it to em
I wrote this in a park
In a park and I'm parked thinkin bout another day
Left the school and now I'm smart en look I'm tryina find my way
These n***** soft. Press pause. Tell em play another day
I know the cause gon cost that's what it take to be great
And I know I be late, but still a n**** show face
In the booth climbing charts I put in work that's gon pay
Mayday, mayday, mayday. I see y'all on a plummet
If it was some Double Dutch yaw n***** couldn't jump in
If I was the shit yaw n***** still couldn't stomach
A. Concept on the mix. My n***** ill with production
She bout to blow a fit aye baby chill with that fuck shit
How bout we make some kids? Or baby get up out the function
I win up in a months span
I live like how live just like a kid up in this country
Told us get up out the country, but it really ain't they country
The Chico got the flour but black people got the power
But it's mean up in this country
I can feel the recent sun shift
I'm only doing one shift and it's bout to take an hour
I don't need all day to put some lines on tape to keep you quiet go to sleep
You praying
I'll see yaw Sunday n***** next week. Bitch I'm preying
A hunting n***** gotta go eat think I'm playing
You could save that joker shit for DC
Peep the Baterangs. They circle back give my cat woman the lavish things
It's action when yo mans coming. Boom bap drumming
My facts f... I'm sorry
I wrote this in a park
I grew up real solid
I learned from my father
Forgot to acknowledge
The pen when I slaughter
But why even bother
When penmanship conjures
The mentions of drama
I can't even ponder and count how often they pout
What is it about
I don't know
What we learn from teachers is reason to flirt
With cynical people; really love to hurt
The middle is me. See we freed from the dirt
The vision is kings who don't need to resort
To primitive ways
Try not to retort
I meant to evade the debating sport
But a n**** to proud to not stand for his points
I be trippin
I wrote this in a park
As we're playing, he would count off at a certain tempo that
He knows everyone can play at just because
You know that you coming to work
You traveled a really long way
You contemplate solitude. Mentioned to all the dudes having a lot on your plate
Let's talk about all of the days
When you had legitimate joy
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Writer(s): Brandon Lubin
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