bout.that feat. Baseck

歌詞

This is for the quarter wad of penny candy poor ventilation Broken freezer, broke and freezing with a heater and a ring Came from the slime at the bottom of the land before time From the chalk dust falling out the pocket The time James died on good times The time lapse to the sunrise on the arctic Shit from the vomit of the bowel with no solid Human feces by the soil, sleeping bag on the street By the row where they fight over french fries And dope, where they choke for peso Bitch this from that C-section From the bloody afterbirth of the greed Blood streaks on the back of a hearse All green everything, gettin' that guap All clean everything, swag on lock Everybody holler at the first thing, fuck it Real G shit means don't say nothin' 'Bout that, game, 'bout that, life 'Bout that, yey, 'bout that, pipe 'Bout that, money, 'bout that, shit Ain't that just 'bout a bitch? 'Bout that, trap, 'bout that, gun 'Bout that, bitch, better not run 'Bout that, gold, 'bout that, ice 'Bout that, hood, 'bout that, life For the teeth loose, for the hole gnawed by the root For the skeet shoot, taking on a chimp for the freaks For the stiff upper lip, uppers loving the lift The other utterances, yeah I'm fucking your bitch The hard facade over the hard heart The chrome rim, look at him, whipping a work of art The fuck is Basquiat? Park name, Rosa Barks The dogs let out to walk and the gods all talk gibberish Yup, littlest pup figure he bigger enough To scrap for the meat with a Rott' Eat in the streets till it rot Fecal for free and the steeple don't mean nothing So everybody's Sunday best when you see him coming All gray everything, reppin' them colors Pastor always talking about sisters and brothers Slanging on the church steps, fake suckers bluffing Real G shit means don't say nothing 'Bout that, game, 'bout that, life 'Bout that, yey, 'bout that, pipe 'Bout that, money, 'bout that, shit Ain't that just 'bout a bitch? 'Bout that, trap, 'bout that, gun 'Bout that, bitch, better not run 'Bout that, gold, 'bout that, ice 'Bout that, hood, 'bout that, life For the city that's going wild and drowning without Poseidon And flying their flags for tyrants and vibing out on the violence With Vitamin Water sighing and crying 'bout the profiling Profanity on the mind 'bout the vanity with all the blinds drawn Looking out for the shooters but fuck it, we are polluters Riots is for the looters, the pious don't know the truth Or the bias they pointing to and the fire that they pursuing Is higher than those with eyes that is redder than jeans are blue All purple everything, who got grapes Higher than a motherfucker about to go ape If you got a pistol, just keep on tucking Real G shit means don't say nothing 'Bout that, game, 'bout that, life 'Bout that, yey, 'bout that, pipe 'Bout that, money, 'bout that, shit Ain't that just 'bout a bitch? 'Bout that, trap, 'bout that, gun 'Bout that, bitch, better not run 'Bout that, gold, 'bout that, ice 'Bout that, hood, 'bout that, life