Sad, Political

I would never trust a pre roll

Never let a random motherfucker shoot the b roll

Or play the keys no

thats all me yo

too white for the trap shit

too skinny for the mosh pit

still deck a bitch ass rapper if he stepping on my sonics

if he stepping on my new kicks

if he jacking that he solo

you out here wearing the polo

thinking you ye or young dro

thinking im danny or jpeg

i got a fan out in france who think my shit is amazing

cook up the beat like im blaze and I dont use break beats

i was like kenny holed up in my cave tryna master a wave that they couldnt catch ever if they were at fox beach floating for days

Tryna figure out the blue print

there aint no rules for the comeup

im in the stu till the sun up

doing this shit for my mama

doing this shit for my brother who lost is father

i never seen us so somber

we keep our chin up

we dont disucss it

we out here hustling

tryna make it off the island

rolling them spliffs off hylan

rolling away all our problems

then you make a right on tysens

thats where you used to find us

we were always by the water

tryna reflect on the life we living thats how i made all them albums

faith had the weight of a rock

faith had the weight of a boulder

i put the world on my shoulder

told the girl that i love that im living in paranoia

i dont know if its me or the weather outside that got colder

im like my boy out in boot camp

keeping it up like a soldier

shout out to all of my homies