(Verse)
He say he slammed in his business, got him missing out on fam
and wear his broken heart up on his hand.
If he bring it to me I'ma tell him baby be strong like you bam bam.
Not as easy as it seems, baby don't feel empathy.
Baby may need some to drink.
Want me bring that bottle? I
got you 'fore I rock the cradle let me sing a lullaby.
Baby don't need nothing, life is lovely still you love to cry.
'How old is your baby?' He's 269
months. With no money but got skunk and the munchies.
And he dumb, swear he hungry but wont get up and make lunch.
Get a hunch. So you love me, get a job 'fore you bummy.
You ain't never paid rent, you ain't never made sense.
Baby don't know how to walk with a reputation
for his hand being out taking all my patience.
Baby I'ma drop you off at the fire station.
You should walk in and get yourself an application.
You got me hot you got me bent.
I refuse to raise a kid
who's always so as soon as you descend I'm gone send
all your shit to your new crib, but soon you'll be messaging
like 'you tryna smoke tonight?'
Then it starts again.
(Chorus)
Good weed good drink no money saved.
Get up, get out, go get something I'm tired of playing games.
Handle yo business cus right now I feel like
we getting nowhere, nowhere.
(Bridge: Raephu Don)
I feel like we getting nowhere. I don't care cuz
I know we gone make it somewhere someday. One day
(Chorus)
Good weed good drink no money saved.
Get up, get out, go get something I'm tired of playing games.
Handle yo business cus right now I feel like
we getting nowhere, nowhere.
Killer West Coast hip-hop entirely produced by Georgia Anne Muldrow, with features from E-40, Del the Funky Homosapien & more. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024