BUMZ (feat. Nas Jee)
I guess this the path we chose
Roaming these streets I hope we see three crows
Been hurting for a minute trailing all these drones
While these faggots blow up just from dancing on they phone
Getting lost in the sauce
We taking up jobs to get a break from the frost
I just wanna live nigga, what's it gonna cost?
Had to pave the way, now my ambitions are lost
These niggas are assuming that I'm healthy and shit
Bitch I'm so ill I make medicine sick
I'm a gem in the rough yeah I hang with the clique
Niggas talking down tough but don't play with they dick
Sleeping on the sidewalk
Yeah!
Got a big tapeworm inside my cock
Yeah!
Puking every time that I talk
Yeah!
Freezing up and bleeding up when I walk
Yeah!
Let go of my possessions, oppressive studio sessions
Impressing these niggas but never really expressing
How depressing it's gotta be, I ain't got me a pot to pee in
Prodigy audibly pissing audio quality
Robbing all these people of their creative freedom
Spotify's equivalent to thousand is three cents
Underpaying artists now we part of the streets man
All I gots a stolen debit card and a weed pen
Fuck I'm foaming, bitch I got AIDS
From putting needles inside my legs
Got ten hobos tryna run my fade
I'll take your money, bitch I won't beg
I guess this the path we chose
Roaming these streets I hope we see three crows
Been hurting for a minute trailing all these drones
While these faggots blow up just from dancing on they phone
Getting lost in the sauce
We taking up jobs to get a break from the frost
I just wanna live nigga, what's it gonna cost?
Had to pave the way, now my ambitions are lost
Yee yee
Throwing out of college
Wanna frolic in the foliage
Might get kicked out of my cottage
My dumbass could not acknowledge
The severeness of the house market
Society forcing me to go out and spark shit
How long until I fucking go insane?
I couldn't focus, now I'm bouta feel this pain!
This world only has only made my ass feel drained!
I might just take this cocaine to my brain!
We are scouring the sewers, hunting all these rats for dinner
Sanity becoming fewer, can feel myself getting thinner
Streets are only getting lewder, while my outlook's turning bitter
Begging right outside of hooters, for someone to pull the trigger
Motherfucker called me spoiled
How about I go homeless just to humble myself
Finna be one with the soil
Niggas like you have only managed to crumble my health
My outlook on the future has only been turning bleaker
Bruh I could've turned to tutors, but instead I played with beakers
Now I'm stuck here with a futa, begging venues for a feature
No I do not need no sugar, or to hear some fucking preacher
Building houses out of cardboard, making shanty towns with the clique
Modern great depression, this inflation has been on our dicks
Getting myself off right with another dirty filthy bitch
Everyday we doing dusty mosh pits right inside our ditch
Roaming these streets I hope we see three crows
Been hurting for a minute trailing all these drones
While these faggots blow up just from dancing on they phone
Getting lost in the sauce
We taking up jobs to get a break from the frost
I just wanna live nigga, what's it gonna cost?
Had to pave the way, now my ambitions are lost
These niggas are assuming that I'm healthy and shit
Bitch I'm so ill I make medicine sick
I'm a gem in the rough yeah I hang with the clique
Niggas talking down tough but don't play with they dick
Sleeping on the sidewalk
Yeah!
Got a big tapeworm inside my cock
Yeah!
Puking every time that I talk
Yeah!
Freezing up and bleeding up when I walk
Yeah!
Let go of my possessions, oppressive studio sessions
Impressing these niggas but never really expressing
How depressing it's gotta be, I ain't got me a pot to pee in
Prodigy audibly pissing audio quality
Robbing all these people of their creative freedom
Spotify's equivalent to thousand is three cents
Underpaying artists now we part of the streets man
All I gots a stolen debit card and a weed pen
Fuck I'm foaming, bitch I got AIDS
From putting needles inside my legs
Got ten hobos tryna run my fade
I'll take your money, bitch I won't beg
I guess this the path we chose
Roaming these streets I hope we see three crows
Been hurting for a minute trailing all these drones
While these faggots blow up just from dancing on they phone
Getting lost in the sauce
We taking up jobs to get a break from the frost
I just wanna live nigga, what's it gonna cost?
Had to pave the way, now my ambitions are lost
Yee yee
Throwing out of college
Wanna frolic in the foliage
Might get kicked out of my cottage
My dumbass could not acknowledge
The severeness of the house market
Society forcing me to go out and spark shit
How long until I fucking go insane?
I couldn't focus, now I'm bouta feel this pain!
This world only has only made my ass feel drained!
I might just take this cocaine to my brain!
We are scouring the sewers, hunting all these rats for dinner
Sanity becoming fewer, can feel myself getting thinner
Streets are only getting lewder, while my outlook's turning bitter
Begging right outside of hooters, for someone to pull the trigger
Motherfucker called me spoiled
How about I go homeless just to humble myself
Finna be one with the soil
Niggas like you have only managed to crumble my health
My outlook on the future has only been turning bleaker
Bruh I could've turned to tutors, but instead I played with beakers
Now I'm stuck here with a futa, begging venues for a feature
No I do not need no sugar, or to hear some fucking preacher
Building houses out of cardboard, making shanty towns with the clique
Modern great depression, this inflation has been on our dicks
Getting myself off right with another dirty filthy bitch
Everyday we doing dusty mosh pits right inside our ditch
Credits
Writer(s): Betel Geuse
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