Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Cucho Bandito]
Spit sick, oh I hope you catch it
School full of tools, hallway chatter ’bout the ratchets
Doubted me now they saying I’m about it
Can’t make mistakes because I’m always rapping
Damn shit was strange last year
Worked all summer Book-store chashier
My close friend fucking shot himself
So I drink shots and go fuck myself
Thinking fuck my health
At the beach, on my knees
Screaming „God won’t help.”
But now it’s better. Wool over vision
Women, take off my sweaters
And now I go and get her
These verses hold my soul like my old shoe dresser
Fucked up on my first green pasture
I thought about the future while time moved backwards
I didn’t like it. I felt too righteous
So now on these tracks is the only time I light shit
Seems to be loved ones leaving me
But I know all these nerds still believe in me
String theory, big banging on computer screens
Make Change like seasoning. They seen in me:
Atilla
Frieza
A Hungary fucking Ceaser
They say I’m not Nas
Till I turn these tracks to Ether
Light a j up. Take the lay up
Hit the backboard. But still make the playoffs
Make some office space, Y’all getting laid off
Pack of wild dogs, Heard full of based gods
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