[Lyric] The Neighborhood circa 2011/12 (Chael Blinya)

INTRO
Hi there, I wasn’t in the neighborhood, but I decided to stop by
You got some pretty nice surroundings here
Uh don’t run don’t run, uh uh
Don’t run don’t run, wassup wassup
Don’t run don’t run, uh uh
Don’t run don’t run, wassup wassup
Don’t run don’t run, uh
You can hide but I never do run uh

CHORUS
Cul-de-sac dreams
Fast money schemes like ATM machines
No green up in my jeans, just that nigga with good genes
Chael Strauss, living by the dollar amount and no other currency

VERSE 1
Currently rocking the same old burgundy
Ralph Lauren rugby that made that bitch love me, uh
Bet it make your chick love me too, uh
And she won't care if I was fat and ugly
Back in the day before puberty made a change
She'd probably fall for Krankin’ Zay, or any nigga in her way
An angel face to face until you turn your back
You'll be lucky if she don't stab
And then choke you off with a halo
HALO back in Gasset's every Friday was the madness
What's a regimen to intelligent virtual tactics?
Observing stagnant traffic from mother's porch
Every Friday like Craig, no Smokey but I'll manage, talking bout balance
Got me walking on plank, pacing back and forth
Supported by highest force till spirit and corpse divorce
And if my signatures don't forge
The immigrants in Suburbia Ghetto check the score uh, for more
CHORUS
Cul-de-sac dreams
Fast money schemes like ATM machines
No green up in my jeans, just that nigga with good genes
Chael Strauss, living by the dollar amount and no other currency

VERSE 2
Currently rocking the same old burgundy
Ralph Lauren rugby, bet it make your chick love me, internally
Bet it make your chick love me, internally
And she won’t care if I was fat and ugly
Back in the day before puberty
Made me change, strange and lovely community
Give me strength cause I've been looking for unity
Opportunity’s immune system stronger than sinus of nosey people consumed
Information all around about secluded in rumors
Of the roundabout, the Art of Gossip people abuse
To draw conclusions that surround us while we’re sheltered in room
Staring at white walls saw light fall from ceiling
Cause Tomfoolery done beautifully was never enough
Rough around the edges, well-rounded and blunt
Friends played in the Lions' Den but Daniel was tough
As my reality had casually called for my bluff, I’ve had enough uh
Undocument what I invest, calculated each step without a Texas Instrument
I meant to keep it low-key can't be nobody's friend
Ain't wanna be the enemy but I cannot pretend
Like y'all ain't narcoleptic skeptics sleeping on my perspective
Dreaming is just perception and reality combined
Dichotomies align quick, camaraderie declines
Embroidery, don't think to bring up claims that we were close knit
Quilted stories I tell not even fabricated
Thread the needle better than most, you'd think that Magic made it
Cul-de-sac dreams
Fast money schemes
Like ATM machines
No green up in my jeans
Good genes
OUTRO
Do you know why they call it a Cul-de-sac dream?
Cause it’s a Dead End, you go nowhere
Uh hello? Michael? Mike? Chael?
Yea, uhuh
Ain’t iT, Ain’t iT?
GENE-rations
I've been climbing this ladder for a long while
Don't get it twisted like double helix
Spitting with Felix had me addicted
To the culture and shoulders froze colder as I predicted
Fall off October, relation faded, folks got evicted