Music: Deandre Wheelwright
[Intro]
Beach, but I stand
In California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No help, I was left in the cold, tired than a bitch, kick doors, gettin' old
Six kids, four slept on the floor, kicked out, I was stuck on the steps with the bro
Heart broke, I'll be damned if it show, throw a six in the Crush and I clutch on my pole
In a room full of peoplе, I'm alone, I pray for the semi, my brothеr still gone
Heart froze, lost, locked in a box, made a man out myself with no help from a pops
Ghost gun, I'ma blow 'til it lock, playin' crazy in this bitch, get his soul sent to God
Rap check ain't hit, so I rob, shit get bad, I could always go to mom's
Hug stick real quick, but I'm calm, from the east of the map where the sun don't shine
Shit'll make you wanna break, but it's life, housing Section 8, made it shake, no lights
Hit the block, bounce out, bang a right, told my mama that I love her, I don't make it in the night
Streets hot, if you scared, pray to Christ, I ain't have shit but a plan and a bike
All black with my hands on a pipe, hundred million streams, countin' bands on a flight
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No help, I was left in the cold, tired than a bitch, kick doors, gettin' old
Six kids, four slept on the floor, kicked out, I was stuck on the steps with the bro
Heart broke, I'll be damned if it show, throw a six in the Crush and I clutch on my pole
In a room full of people, I'm alone, I pray for the semi, my brother still gone
[Verse 2]
Free gang, long talks through the phone, I sleep in this bitch, but my home not home
Face shot, once you gone, then you gone, time pass fast, so if you grown, then you grown
Free gang, long talks through the phone, I sleep in this bitch, but my home not home
Face shot, once you gone, then you gone, time pass fast, so if you grown, then you grown
[Bridge]
Nigga, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No help, I was left in the cold, tired than a bitch, kick doors, gettin' old
Six kids, four sleep on the floor, kicked out, I was stuck on the steps with the bro
Heart broke, I'll be damned if it show, throw a six in the Crush and I clutch on my pole
In a room full of people, I'm alone, I pray for the semi, my brother still gone
[Outro]
Nigga
For you here and now
So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater