Matinee

Lyrics

[Intro] (That's Chucks) [Chorus] I just wanna get away Cah these blocks are towering They just wanna see some shots devour him They wish I was in the jailhouse in my boxers showering Let's not empower him, this industry's so fake I don't make pop music, but my music pops See my people abusing rocks I came from tuna socks, heroin and cocaine Just another day in my matinee [Verse 1] All I wanted was my phone to do a bag a day When she smoked all the child benefit and JSA Double P on my name, I need it ASA Double C on my bitch, but she pay her way Sometimes I think about them nights I used to lay awake Counting every single minute till I see your face You know I'm not just somebody who can be replaced I grew up in the streets depraved, I mean deprived Well, within reason, I survived I hopped out that hell, not only that, I feel revived I just hit your peak, who's got a mountain I can climb? Careful how you speak I don't need no one else to drive Under caution I deny, I refuse to be defined I defied every card I was dealt Pick up two, pick up five, I'm refined Grind like I'm independent when I'm signed Cah this the shit I prayed for my whole fucking life [Chorus] I just wanna get away Cah these blocks are towering They just wanna see some shots devour him They wish I was in the jailhouse in my boxers showering Let's not empower him, this industry's so fake I don't make pop music, but my music pops See my people abusing rocks I came from tuna socks, heroin and cocaine Just another day in my matinee [Verse 2] You ain't rapping what you're living, it's not resonating If you ask me my opinion then you'll say I'm hating I said, "Thanks for waiting," I'm usually never late I pull up unannounced, you better make some reservations I wanna trust you, but I can't, I got some reservations I ain't selfish, but I practice self-preservation I got sweets for your arse, I got a cat who makes 'em And we're known to up and raise 'em with no hesitation Somehow I keep preceding my reputation Somehow I keep exceeding their expectations I know isolation, twenty-three-hour bang up, I know segregation I'm sick of all of this time, I'm going mental patient I feel like Strickland Banks and this my defamation I'm the definition And I still do it for the set, a hundred repetitions Ain't no conversation, we gotta handle business [Chorus] I just wanna get away Cah these blocks are towering They just wanna see some shots devour him They wish I was in the jailhouse in my boxers showering Let's not empower him, this industry's so fake I don't make pop music, but my music pops See my people abusing rocks I came from tuna socks, heroin and cocaine Just another day in my matinee