Guac

Extra, I ain't really...
All you niggas scrrr
What up P
Guacamole with the extra
I ain't really with the extra
All you niggas on that extra

Catch me on my, Catch me on my
UGH

Thinking back when I couldn't get right
Damn near lose my whole appetite
Square trying to fit in to a circle
Went through hurtle after hurdle after hurdle
Neglected trauma wish my parents never had me
Resulted into me making poor choices, down badly
Had 2 OWI before 24
Then Diagnosed with Hep C before there was a cure
Momma died got some money, thought life would be different
But what good is it if you don't work hard to get it
And that's word to the wise
Dumb to the ones who only see what the eyes
What up Ty, had my back before I had my own
When I ain't have no place you opened up your home
Told me Do the damn thing remember to maintain
Through the rough terrain weather it's joy or pain
What up KNOCK, I can't here em
They aura negative, I spit that truth serum
With the momentum web slinging like Venom
Head first into darkness comforting the instrumental
Cuz I don't wanna be another wanna be
I wanna company and come up with good company
That's why I take action into consideration instead of hating
Observe if what they do match up to what they saying
Cause most of the mother suckas lying man
Imma put em out like the fire man
I'm just, I'm just sayin
Catch me on my, Catch me on my

Guacamole with the extra
I ain't really with the extra
All you niggas on that extra
Catch me on my, Catch me on my
Guacamole with the extra
I ain't really with the extra
All you niggas on that extra

Catch me on my, Catch me on my
UGH
UGH



Credits
Writer(s): John Bullock
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