Lyrics

[Chorus] Them buck young schmucks Trying to run on my will no feels Like ugh, why you fucking with that? Y'all niggas don't know how to do shit Gotta uplift your phone Fuck rhyme and die Dumb, comma, dollar, dollar Hollywood sign inside of your hands Think I've been high 90 days straight Day rave, pave then make haste Be careful what you pray for (you just might get it) And always read what's on the label [Verse 1] You gotta have it You oughtta give them the heart you manage You sorta average [?] man You sorta savage The god he passed [?] We packed up his possessions until [?] done Massive [?] emancipate the [?] [?] seen the sun [?] believe in truth That's less than three and one of them to see But the things you think it'd be swimming to be [Chorus] Them buck young schmucks Trying to run on my will no feels Like ugh, why you fucking with that? Y'all niggas don't know how to do shit Gotta uplift your phone Fuck rhyme and die Dumb, comma, dollar, dollar Hollywood sign inside of your hands, up Think I've been high 90 days straight Day rave, pave and make haste Be careful what you pray for And always read what's on the label [Verse 2] Kinda hard to tell what you supposed to do When you got all these things that you're working through Like kids and bills and pills and school Here are the feels, I'm letting loose Get me sick at the [?] everyday Send me a semi-automatic Enemy poping the children They botching the blood Causing a ruckus Young cousins are watching The block in the oven Cooking the [?] then we stomping the true men Low function upon the shore For cocking the 70 foreign Taking a chance Got the [?] while working the [?] I think I'm one of the spirited torn And tormented, morbid, deported Deplorable courts emotion Emotion the scourge Corrupted, distortion [Chorus] Them buck young schmucks Trying to run on my will no feels Like ugh, why you fucking with that? Y'all niggas don't know how to do shit Gotta uplift your phone Fuck rhyme and die Dumb, comma, dollar, dollar Hollywood sign inside of your hands, up Think I've been high 90 days straight Day rave, pave and make haste Be careful what you pray for And always read what's on the label [Verse 3] [Chorus] Them buck young schmucks Trying to run on my will no feels Like ugh, why you fucking with that? Y'all niggas don't know how to do shit Gotta uplift your phone Fuck rhyme and die Dumb, comma, dollar, dollar Hollywood sign inside of your hands, up Think I've been high 90 days straight Day rave, pave and make haste Be careful what you pray for And always read what's on the label