Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
Proud product of…
Not being popular…
Crashed the automotive
Emotional roller coaster bruh/
50/50 friends untrustworthy
Wanna come around when it’s show time like Worthy
Bout it-bout it,bout it-bout it like mister Percy
Fuck a rebel I got demons so you can not hurt me
Ya fuckin corny I’m poppin like bloods on 93rd street
Day dreaming of making ya lady gobble my seeds like turkeys/
[Hook]
Fuck the quarterback…
Fuck the body pres…
Fuck the stereotypes…(uh uh)
I come alive in the night…
So turn out the lights…
[Chorus]
From the outside in
They don’t see
Even though the grass is green it doesn’t mean we fit right in…
Now there goes the neighborhood…(x2)
[Verse 2]
Mama told me the streets ain’t nothing to play on
Turn the corner somebody waiting to make you Trayvon/
Selling that Justin Bieber please believe it
All black clothes hail the mighty Yeezus/
Tyler the creator made hard for me
If I wear a hat then I resemble him partially…
Mom and dad told me never play cops and robbers because they not when they check the car for weed/
Pot head, dumbass, asshole…
Barely graduated, congratulations
Do you even really have any aspirations?
You wanna rap and be famous?/
Get a job! (Get a job)
You’re a bum (you’re a bum)
Life is like jacking off, gotta work to make it come….
Like a two story house in a neighborhood where everybody wants to kick you out/
[Chorus]
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