excuse my fucking french but
don't ever compare me to these motherfuckers
we might be at the same place but i came from further, bitch walk
i'm exhausted of small talk, bitch walk
hanging out with them like we belonged together
what you know about dry Crackers and cold nights, what you know about me
what you know about us
the taste in my throat like Windex
a couple of twenties on the table,
we tryning to flex
we trying not to die tonight
what you know about cold Crackers and dry nights
what you know about me
what you fucking know about us
we might be at the same school
but they don't think we gonna make it
same Nikes but i worked for it
what you know about praying to a God you are disgusted of,
they say dirt is what we are made of
don't think our scars looks the same
get off
get the fuck off of my lane
