Sidelines
Chillin' on the beach, call it sidelines
My guys chillin' with me, drinkin' high life
My life feelin' so free, this is prime time
My time to stunt on these niggas with my grind
My mind, in the right place I'm just coolin' with these niggas
I'm a funny guy, I'm just foolin' with these niggas
Hit me up for a ride, I'm carpoolin' on these niggas legs
Cause they got me fucked up for thinkin' that I'm stayin'
And you really think I'm stayin'
"I'm just playin', I'm just playin'"
But you don't know what you sayin
I'm just goin' through a trance when I'm dealin' with the pain
I just roll that pain up, then I just blow it away
And I don't know what to say
Dark thoughts in my mind, but I just push em' away
I go through this everyday
I guess it's the price I pay for happiness in my brain
What am I supposed to think
But it's fucked up though, get a blunt rolled
Take a seat in the front row of the death show
And it might show how it might go
Next nigga hit the light pole
And he wasn't supposed to go so early
His mom at the funeral Hands all dirty
Tryna hold a son one last time, barely 30
He went back to grad school, cap and gown, lookin' nerdy
But now it's all over for that nigga
His future was lookin' bigger
Had a kid on the way and it was helpin' him figure out
How to be a better dad
Becoming a better man
Not gonna fuck up the kid
Finally gonna take a stand
But, life has it's own ways, pray to God everyday
But no guaranteed stay
I fuckin' hate my life, but for what?
My dad pay my phone bill like every single month
I got a good job and got money I could clutch
It's not about me though, it's everything that's fucked
Look around now, you think everything is good?
How a nigga feel, shit, you got that understood?
Every thought isn't the same
Same niggas, different brains
All weed, different strains
All maskin' the fuckin' pain
I write these words say I'm king
But I'm sippin' fuckin' lean
Not the type to make a scene
Possibly gonna OD
And I fuckin' hate it
Let the devil hold my soul, I wanna fuckin trade it
Let the world go to shit and kill the fuckin hatred
If we kill all the whites, would that fuckin change it?
You don't gotta be white to be a fuckin' racist
I just wish the world would see that we're fuckin' raceless
One man representin' makes us fuckin' faceless
And these kids nowadays won't go to fuckin pay less
Now every nigga need Jordans
Every bitch gotta look gorgeous
Bein' basic, dreamin' foreigns
Every ego be enormous
Shut the fuck up
I need it quiet eh
For one fuckin' second, Puedes jodidamente cállate
I'm only gettin' higher aye
This weed ain't blockin' all the pain
I'm spittin' verses, sound the same
I'm playin' tracks that sound the same
I hope I get hit by a train
I'm hopin' that I die in vain
Oh, no Please don't go, go
No, no I don't wanna go, go
Oh, no Please don't go, go
No, no I don't wanna go, go
My guys chillin' with me, drinkin' high life
My life feelin' so free, this is prime time
My time to stunt on these niggas with my grind
My mind, in the right place I'm just coolin' with these niggas
I'm a funny guy, I'm just foolin' with these niggas
Hit me up for a ride, I'm carpoolin' on these niggas legs
Cause they got me fucked up for thinkin' that I'm stayin'
And you really think I'm stayin'
"I'm just playin', I'm just playin'"
But you don't know what you sayin
I'm just goin' through a trance when I'm dealin' with the pain
I just roll that pain up, then I just blow it away
And I don't know what to say
Dark thoughts in my mind, but I just push em' away
I go through this everyday
I guess it's the price I pay for happiness in my brain
What am I supposed to think
But it's fucked up though, get a blunt rolled
Take a seat in the front row of the death show
And it might show how it might go
Next nigga hit the light pole
And he wasn't supposed to go so early
His mom at the funeral Hands all dirty
Tryna hold a son one last time, barely 30
He went back to grad school, cap and gown, lookin' nerdy
But now it's all over for that nigga
His future was lookin' bigger
Had a kid on the way and it was helpin' him figure out
How to be a better dad
Becoming a better man
Not gonna fuck up the kid
Finally gonna take a stand
But, life has it's own ways, pray to God everyday
But no guaranteed stay
I fuckin' hate my life, but for what?
My dad pay my phone bill like every single month
I got a good job and got money I could clutch
It's not about me though, it's everything that's fucked
Look around now, you think everything is good?
How a nigga feel, shit, you got that understood?
Every thought isn't the same
Same niggas, different brains
All weed, different strains
All maskin' the fuckin' pain
I write these words say I'm king
But I'm sippin' fuckin' lean
Not the type to make a scene
Possibly gonna OD
And I fuckin' hate it
Let the devil hold my soul, I wanna fuckin trade it
Let the world go to shit and kill the fuckin hatred
If we kill all the whites, would that fuckin change it?
You don't gotta be white to be a fuckin' racist
I just wish the world would see that we're fuckin' raceless
One man representin' makes us fuckin' faceless
And these kids nowadays won't go to fuckin pay less
Now every nigga need Jordans
Every bitch gotta look gorgeous
Bein' basic, dreamin' foreigns
Every ego be enormous
Shut the fuck up
I need it quiet eh
For one fuckin' second, Puedes jodidamente cállate
I'm only gettin' higher aye
This weed ain't blockin' all the pain
I'm spittin' verses, sound the same
I'm playin' tracks that sound the same
I hope I get hit by a train
I'm hopin' that I die in vain
Oh, no Please don't go, go
No, no I don't wanna go, go
Oh, no Please don't go, go
No, no I don't wanna go, go
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Writer(s): Jacob Rodriguez
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