Section 8
I never understood why they put this on us
Murdering each other
For what
For what gain
It makes me sick
I'm tired of it
Rich people's just watching us for fun
We're entertaining, right
Living our lowest lives while y'all enjoy y'all best lives
Never had bad hygiene
Always grew up with nothing
Everybody always wanna judge me
Okay, what you want from me
Looking crusty with this bad hair
Didn't have anything
I grew up in the projects
What you want from me
Honestly
Just an nappy head boy
What you want from me
Honestly, don't make any sense
Messed up my jawline, cause I was raped
Use my thumb as a way to escape from the pain
But they don't wanna listen to me anyways
Grew up in section 8
What they want from me
Always had that bad mental state
What they want from me
Section 8, section 8
That's just part of me
Honestly, I know how that sounds so bad to me
But they don't understand
That's just the mental state
They don't wanna listen to us
Now we always coming in with a new flow
And they always say we ass
I don't really care
You can go and smoke some gas
Always coming in with that flow
But they don't wanna listen to us though
So we gotta make these garbage songs so they can listen to us
Okay well, what you want from us though
Gotta make that money
Then we do the same thing
It's a cycle
Everybody wanna be like Michael
But they can't sing like Michael
But they always coming in with a flow
But they don't know how to murder it though
And like Michael Myers, they don't wanna listen to us though
Section 8, section 8
That's just part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Section 8, section 8
Section 8
That's just part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Oh my god
Am I coming in with a new flow
Nah
They don't wanna listen to my art
Might as well quit it though
Nah
I'm playing
They say I fell off
Oh well
Let me give you a backstory
Made fun of my teeth and my lips and look at me
Made my name successful
What they used to call me
Now I look like a bum cause I'm making this money
Never stood how to manage it
Always coming back with another flow
But they don't know how to take it
Now I'm playing
Just a meme rapper
They don't know how to make it
Now I'm looking crusty cause I make no sense today
Murdering each other
For what
For what gain
It makes me sick
I'm tired of it
Rich people's just watching us for fun
We're entertaining, right
Living our lowest lives while y'all enjoy y'all best lives
Never had bad hygiene
Always grew up with nothing
Everybody always wanna judge me
Okay, what you want from me
Looking crusty with this bad hair
Didn't have anything
I grew up in the projects
What you want from me
Honestly
Just an nappy head boy
What you want from me
Honestly, don't make any sense
Messed up my jawline, cause I was raped
Use my thumb as a way to escape from the pain
But they don't wanna listen to me anyways
Grew up in section 8
What they want from me
Always had that bad mental state
What they want from me
Section 8, section 8
That's just part of me
Honestly, I know how that sounds so bad to me
But they don't understand
That's just the mental state
They don't wanna listen to us
Now we always coming in with a new flow
And they always say we ass
I don't really care
You can go and smoke some gas
Always coming in with that flow
But they don't wanna listen to us though
So we gotta make these garbage songs so they can listen to us
Okay well, what you want from us though
Gotta make that money
Then we do the same thing
It's a cycle
Everybody wanna be like Michael
But they can't sing like Michael
But they always coming in with a flow
But they don't know how to murder it though
And like Michael Myers, they don't wanna listen to us though
Section 8, section 8
That's just part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Section 8, section 8
Section 8
That's just part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Oh my god
Am I coming in with a new flow
Nah
They don't wanna listen to my art
Might as well quit it though
Nah
I'm playing
They say I fell off
Oh well
Let me give you a backstory
Made fun of my teeth and my lips and look at me
Made my name successful
What they used to call me
Now I look like a bum cause I'm making this money
Never stood how to manage it
Always coming back with another flow
But they don't know how to take it
Now I'm playing
Just a meme rapper
They don't know how to make it
Now I'm looking crusty cause I make no sense today
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Writer(s): Donovan Snell
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