Windows ft. Andrew Bigs Lyrics

My brotha got a smart phone in prison

I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison

My brotha got a smart (Yo, hello)

I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison (Yo yo wassup with you)

I’ve been looking for the sun out my window, out my window

I’ve been blowing smoke out my window, out my window

All I see is trouble out my window, out my window

Been looking for the sun out my window, out my window

(Ugh, yeah)

But how you figure he a killa

Galloping with Huns in the pillage like Attila

Do it for the ‘Gram fake stuntin on the Insta

Money, drugs, guns and white boys that say ni (Hey)

The vanity will keep you in a sleeper hold

Shiny dreams control the mine like Cecil Rhodes

See I was in a room full of brodis

Kept my name clean and did my dirt by my lonely

Started out this whole thing when I was just a shorty

Big homies concrete gang banging in they 40’s

But no sympathy you don't wanna see your enemy without your artillery

Bang

Mama need a job offer, how she gonna pay for rent

Work for all this money harder, end up with it all spent

It’s like we throwing money out window

I'm so focused on the end goal, remember when I’ve been

Out here with my kinfolk, driving through the Eastside

Neighborhood I grew up in, same place D died

Same place we were kids, back when it was all simple

Nobody caught a case, back when it was all civil

Now I feel the world's gone crazy

My just my city, try not to let it phase me

All these young men taught never show emotion

Always keep it pushing, Always got to stay in motion

Looking out my window, out my window

Blowing smoke out my window, out my window

My brotha got a smart phone in prison

I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison

My brotha got a smart phone in prison

I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison

My brotha got a smart phone

Pop Pop, fireworks in my neighborhood

Man I hope my neighbors good

Mom is getting worried when I go out

People out here hanging out of windows at the In-n-Out

Growing up learning about, how the world works

We from the land of the money where we make the world turn

We all stacking our chips, just waiting our turn

People act like they got it way before they ever get it

We don't share the same concerns

(Ugh)

Maneuver with the boys through the neighborhood

You know the usual hooligans up to no good

Pop-pop bottle rockets aiming at your chakras

Lil homies at the corner watching for the coppers

Helicopters flying over city lights

I wrote graffiti on the wall but didn't fill it right

Caps trippin' they waiting for cats slippin'

Stayed up out of these streets just as soon as these raps written', I'm a -

See the world through my rear view

Ashing out the window, suckas I don't hear you

Even if you had a milli I wouldn't be near you

Come up in the circle sucka hater yeah we dare you

Don't be flossing round the wrong cats they might rob you

Hope you soaked the game up word to sayknowledge

(There they go, there they go)

Moving state to state still eating off of paper plates

Writing at the gate, waiting for the plane

And you know I'm sitting by the window