Rug Attire

Do you want something
Yeah
I'd like a bottle of beer

Real attire, real tired
My niggas here, we all dressed in fashion
Fashion this, fashion that
Fascist bitch, fascist cat
America, my sweetheart

Come back to the street, son
Everyday I feel the pressure
Everyday my feet run

Cause my niggas tired of the lives we live
We want the rich, don't eat the rich
Robin this, robbing that
Batman do what batman can

Crime here, crime that
Crimea, fine stare
Cute hair Nice shoes,
Pants drip
I see you, huh

Do you see me, huh
Do you know me, huh
You say she a bad bitch
Watch your mouth, she a homie, look
Don't see my niggas, we doing shit on the low key, bro
We see some niggas, they ranting, called on the police, what

So I guess we ran too cause we had no choice, boo
Stuck inside a game that was made for us to go lose,
You say you know me, huh
You say we homies
But I aint met you you just acting so phony

Rugged life thugged life
I dont know if i know right
Dont even know my own rights
Mama told me I'm gon' shine, but what if I get pulled over

Cop give me some cold shoulder, see I'm wearing rug attire
Ask me who's whip this is,

This life could be so vicious, my niggas delirious
Yo, niggas ain't never on shit, niggas ain't never on shit
Fuck the cops, fuck the antics, niggas dead causing panic

Teach them better, teach them something, y'all got guns and we accept it
Look, I'm about to tell you twice, what if I shoot back, shoot back
Dumb cops wearing blue straps, blue lives, blue lives
Fuck, I care about blue lives

I pay yah to pay mine, not pay mind to my life
I got my niggas, we hangin' without the triggers, but still
I feel a presence start to stare cause we too drippy to be here
You tell me I cant fear I fear id be dead dear

My mama say stay safe, but life is to be lived
Look, do you know me, huh? Do you know me, huh
Why you starin' up at me? Why you say you my homie, bruh
I ain't gon' dap you, back up before I slap you

threatinin' in my life, cause I lived inside a moment, huh
We got the brodies, huh? We got the shorties, huh
We got the limelight, fuck up outta my story, huh
Must be blind, son, huh? Make me ask you, huh

You must be blind, son, huh? Make me ask you, huh
Do you see me, huh? Do you know me, huh
You say she a bad bitch, watch her mouth, she a homie, look
Don't see my niggas, we doin' shit on the low-key, bruh

We seen some niggas, they ran and called on the police, what
So I guess we ran too huh, cause we had no choice, boo
Stuck Inside a game that was made for us to go lose, huh
You say you know me, huh? You say we homies, huh

But I ain't met you, you just acting so phony, look