RUGRAT Lyrics

Young Ponyboy

Green eyes, dollar signs, green pockets

Keeping joints up in the corduroys

Noise complaints, neighbors acting like a killjoy

Wasted, marking my territory like Kilroy

(Breeo was here)

And you wasn't, so quit all of the fussing, we ain't came from the same coin

We ain't in your bracket, so we ain't get a choice

No tennis rackets, but we serving green to get a point

This shit sound like teenage spirit, on a three day bender

I cant wait until you hear it

Get the bag on em

Get the dash on em in my city

I can brag on em, I don't want ya motherfucking pity

I go Alka-Seltzer, we concentrate til we fizzy up

You can get the beats like a Midi, no kizzy

All of us dizzy, I had to get shit off my chest like a titty fuck

Say that you got bitches, all yo bitches only pity fuck

Spawned in 02, named me Braedan like i'm A$AP

Haystacks, needles in my verses, where ya veins at

ACAB, you got bad cops in ya outfit

Drip or drowning, I got teardrops like a face tat

Gramma with the rock, Auntie with the Sudafed

Uncle fresh out rehab, taught me not to fuck with meds

My dad tried to off himself, taught me to get up out my bed

By any means, hustle shit in my genes

I been in the bidness getting money in the bank

I don't think I'd really want it any other way

I been in the bidness getting money in the bank

I don't think I'd really want it any other way

I been in the bidness getting money in the bank

I don't think I'd really want it any other way

I been in the bidness getting money in the bank

I don't think I'd really want it any other way

Young lil rugrats smoking in the dug out

Talkin bout big dreams, burning til the sun down

Street pharmacy, backstreet CVS

Trynna feed the fam, put his name on the GPS

Selling drugs, do it for the kids like PBS

Til you lose them rugrats, kidnapped by CPS

I attended CP schools, and Barnett was devious

Paranoia PTSD, Gramma I can't sleep

Through the gunshots and police

Eviction only reason we got out dem streets

Still the realest place I could rest my feet

But that's the real estate that had to rest in peace

Gotta get up, gotta get to a bag

Stop trippin bout yo dad, make you go out sad

You can't afford that, and there's more to life than pity

You been slacking on ya job like you Mordecai & Rigby

Mortifying piggies wanna fortify the city

And I'm borderline manic like I snort a line a Whitney

And I always wanna panic but I'm sorta kinda busy

If they took me off this planet, think I find a way to manage

I just wanna fly away

(I know I can't, I know)

I guess I'll get high today

(I know I can, I know)

I just wanna fly away

(I know I can't, I know)

I guess I'll get high today

(I know I can, I know)