Hiroshima Lyrics

My young nigga ride w extensions and shit that don't matter

I tell him try to use yo brain, the shit'll get splattered

Her favorite singer usher Raymond and album confessions

I'm blasting part 2 in the speaker, she'n getting the message

Y'all done forgot why y'all was here and I'm here to remind it

I put some shit off in the air and I hope that he find it

I'm in this bitch to catch a vibe, forget all my troubles

Like usually I throw the singles, tonight I'm on doubles

One foot following the other, my hand on my noggin

Tryna scope out on the scene, peep who probably floggin

Tryna figure why that hating shit seeming contagious

That nigga put you on, you posed to be glad that he made it

Drifting on sharp turns, speeding thru congested traffic

I wun listening as a hobby, shit became a habit

Now I'm tripping, can't tell if her ass real or it's plastic

So many people I wish I could see

Irene had bit the bullet, let me go in peace

When she easily could've wilded, never lived it down

Pushing this weight that's on my shoulder bout like 7 Pounds

Yea

Burberry shades, mama ya son shining

You told me I could be a star and the vision was blinding

I rather keep it as a hobby, not a profession

These ain't muhfucking songs, these therapy sessions

I took all of my thoughts and spoke em to rhythm

Whether it touch the next man ain't up to me

My family tree starting to wither, truly concerned

All them tears y'all had enough to fill up the sea

All these years of imaginary conflict

It's like we in the same cell but different convicts

Locked in

That nigga a fold before he up

I cannot spend

100s but them 20s good as gone

Nigga pillow speaking, hoping he get kisses throw the phone

It ain't the shit you talking it's yo mf tone

I atoned for my sins when in committed

Them zebra cakes come in twos and it's us so imma split it

We gone make the biggest play, no matter draft pick fall to us

We charter out the smallest bus

The smallest shit was large to us

Shit was for all of us til I seen all of us can't make it

Tried to pass of the baton and you ain't wanna take it

This shit here running, til I hit a wall, chip a tooth

Aim for the sky til the sky twins with my roof

Hand to the Bible, i done passed on hoes, you hate to lose

Documented half my comeups in this booth

Next to this focusrite

Facing this AKG

Go blow for blow without a kick, on my Bruce Lee

Baby, how I'm posed to love you and love what I do

Aint ever seen yo night in shining armor out his suit