Rugrat

Young Ponyboy
Green eyes, dollar signs, green pockets
Keeping joints up in the corduroys
Noise complaints, neighbors acting like a killjoy
Wasted, marking my territory like Kilroy
(Breeo was here)
And you wasn't, so quit all of the fussing, we ain't came from the same coin
We ain't in your bracket, so we ain't get a choice
No tennis rackets, but we serving green to get a point
This shit sound like teenage spirit, on a three day bender
I cant wait until you hear it
Get the bag on em
Get the dash on em in my city
I can brag on em, I don't want ya motherfucking pity
I go Alka-Seltzer, we concentrate til we fizzy up
You can get the beats like a Midi, no kizzy
All of us dizzy, I had to get shit off my chest like a titty fuck
Say that you got bitches, all yo bitches only pity fuck
Spawned in 02, named me Braedan like i'm A$AP
Haystacks, needles in my verses, where ya veins at
ACAB, you got bad cops in ya outfit
Drip or drowning, I got teardrops like a face tat
Gramma with the rock, Auntie with the Sudafed
Uncle fresh out rehab, taught me not to fuck with meds
My dad tried to off himself, taught me to get up out my bed
By any means, hustle shit in my genes

I been in the bidness getting money in the bank
I don't think I'd really want it any other way
I been in the bidness getting money in the bank
I don't think I'd really want it any other way
I been in the bidness getting money in the bank
I don't think I'd really want it any other way
I been in the bidness getting money in the bank
I don't think I'd really want it any other way

Young lil rugrats smoking in the dug out
Talkin bout big dreams, burning til the sun down
Street pharmacy, backstreet CVS
Trynna feed the fam, put his name on the GPS
Selling drugs, do it for the kids like PBS
Til you lose them rugrats, kidnapped by CPS
I attended CP schools, and Barnett was devious
Paranoia PTSD, Gramma I can't sleep
Through the gunshots and police
Eviction only reason we got out dem streets
Still the realest place I could rest my feet
But that's the real estate that had to rest in peace
Gotta get up, gotta get to a bag
Stop trippin bout yo dad, make you go out sad
You can't afford that, and there's more to life than pity
You been slacking on ya job like you Mordecai & Rigby
Mortifying piggies wanna fortify the city
And I'm borderline manic like I snort a line a Whitney
And I always wanna panic but I'm sorta kinda busy
If they took me off this planet, think I find a way to manage

I just wanna fly away
(I know I can't, I know)
I guess I'll get high today
(I know I can, I know)
I just wanna fly away
(I know I can't, I know)
I guess I'll get high today
(I know I can, I know)



Credits
Writer(s): Braedan O'malley
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