[Verse 1]
Crackhouse on that dirty corner where we be
Right in front the school, Baptist church across the street, yeah
Uncle on that dope, yeah, he been up for 'bout a week, yeah
Junkies in that kitchen, mama, I can't get no sleep, yeah
Step daddy servin' in the school zone
Stepped over dope fiends before I put my shoes on
Looked in the closet, all my motherfuckin' shoes gone
Looked in that fridge and all my motherfuckin' food gone
Yeah, I'm holy, but I'm wicked
Yеah, they look at me differеnt
Bitch, you got more than me, but you gon' hate me 'cause my spirit
He play, then we get busy
Don't call me, ho, I'm busy
Video that pussy, Snapchat, send me a snippet, yeah
You ain't gettin' shit from me 'cause you ain't hit this lick with me
Got it on my own, don't owe you shit, I know you sick of me
Didn't believe my dream, but it's okay, I saw it vividly
Go get you a shovel, from the jump, ho, you was diggin' me
[Chorus]
Hop out with a mask and a guitar like Kurt Cobain
Mix the brick of Wock', I'm tryna balance out the pain
Hate to ask for help 'cause I be feelin' so ashamed
Ask me how I'm feelin', shit, this feeling unexplained
Hop out with a mask and a guitar like Kurt Cobain
Mix the brick of Wock', I'm tryna balance out the pain
Hate to ask for help 'cause I be feelin' so ashamed
Ask me how I'm feelin', shit, this feeling unexplained
[Verse 2]
Yeah, nigga, get your bread up, better pick your head up
Why you actin' scared? Scared niggas get they head bust
Mama say I'm ADD, that's what I'm takin' meds for
Preacher say I need a prayer, I'm prayin' with my hands up
We stolo ridin', slidin', mask on, quiet
I don't speak to them 'cause I ain't with that fake-ass vibin', yeah
I been overthinkin', my brain be on autopilot, yeah
When we on that mission, don't say shit, moment of silence
Clips out, we was strapped up
Homicide after homicide, when you catch a body, put your strap up
My young nigga chop down your block with sticks out and they lapped up
Drama time, hit your house up
Like Drumline when it's crunch time, they hrrt, hrrt, then pack up
Just hit his spot and we back up
We miss the spot, then we back up
Told you to put your racks up
Now I'm racked up, can't catch us
Most these niggas actors
Most my niggas jackers
Baby mama got her ass up
Wonder why it's gettin' fatter
[Chorus]
Hop out with a mask and a guitar like Kurt Cobain
Mix the brick of Wock', I'm tryna balance out the pain
Hate to ask for help 'cause I be feelin' so ashamed
Ask me how I'm feelin', shit, this feeling unexplained
Hop out with a mask and a guitar like Kurt Cobain
Mix the brick of Wock', I'm tryna balance out the pain
Hate to ask for help 'cause I be feelin' so ashamed
Ask me how I'm feelin', shit, this feeling unexplained
Crackhouse on that dirty corner where we be
Right in front the school, Baptist church across the street, yeah
Uncle on that dope, yeah, he been up for 'bout a week, yeah
Junkies in that kitchen, mama, I can't get no sleep, yeah
Step daddy servin' in the school zone
Stepped over dope fiends before I put my shoes on
Looked in the closet, all my motherfuckin' shoes gone
Looked in that fridge and all my motherfuckin' food gone
Yeah, I'm holy, but I'm wicked
Yеah, they look at me differеnt
Bitch, you got more than me, but you gon' hate me 'cause my spirit
He play, then we get busy
Don't call me, ho, I'm busy
Video that pussy, Snapchat, send me a snippet, yeah
You ain't gettin' shit from me 'cause you ain't hit this lick with me
Got it on my own, don't owe you shit, I know you sick of me
Didn't believe my dream, but it's okay, I saw it vividly
Go get you a shovel, from the jump, ho, you was diggin' me
[Chorus]
Hop out with a mask and a guitar like Kurt Cobain
Mix the brick of Wock', I'm tryna balance out the pain
Hate to ask for help 'cause I be feelin' so ashamed
Ask me how I'm feelin', shit, this feeling unexplained
Hop out with a mask and a guitar like Kurt Cobain
Mix the brick of Wock', I'm tryna balance out the pain
Hate to ask for help 'cause I be feelin' so ashamed
Ask me how I'm feelin', shit, this feeling unexplained
[Verse 2]
Yeah, nigga, get your bread up, better pick your head up
Why you actin' scared? Scared niggas get they head bust
Mama say I'm ADD, that's what I'm takin' meds for
Preacher say I need a prayer, I'm prayin' with my hands up
We stolo ridin', slidin', mask on, quiet
I don't speak to them 'cause I ain't with that fake-ass vibin', yeah
I been overthinkin', my brain be on autopilot, yeah
When we on that mission, don't say shit, moment of silence
Clips out, we was strapped up
Homicide after homicide, when you catch a body, put your strap up
My young nigga chop down your block with sticks out and they lapped up
Drama time, hit your house up
Like Drumline when it's crunch time, they hrrt, hrrt, then pack up
Just hit his spot and we back up
We miss the spot, then we back up
Told you to put your racks up
Now I'm racked up, can't catch us
Most these niggas actors
Most my niggas jackers
Baby mama got her ass up
Wonder why it's gettin' fatter
[Chorus]
Hop out with a mask and a guitar like Kurt Cobain
Mix the brick of Wock', I'm tryna balance out the pain
Hate to ask for help 'cause I be feelin' so ashamed
Ask me how I'm feelin', shit, this feeling unexplained
Hop out with a mask and a guitar like Kurt Cobain
Mix the brick of Wock', I'm tryna balance out the pain
Hate to ask for help 'cause I be feelin' so ashamed
Ask me how I'm feelin', shit, this feeling unexplained
( Grind2Hard Osha )
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