Owed Us Lyrics

Laid off same shit its a different day im job hunting

Snot running keep yo nose out when they pop sum

Prop number dropped cause i was on the clock lunching

Lots pretend to be kurmit you learn they is not jumping

My bad im caught between you and i

I Jot Knowledge

I aint trippin theres plenty pride i aint not drop yet

Visualize my stimmy will stear me to stock markets

Minimizing thoughts aint no shit when they not harmless

Im sorry but maybe im taking this angel too far

But the drops boundless wit demons

I wont face look at my face yo it was stained wit fear seen jason

Relived the scenes of street hatred i seen fakers

Running rounds wit they team wit no temp they been blankers

I jus hope my family know that i aint street chasing

Ion talk to em much when alone it seem safest

The only child from either side nd i seen

Greatness

My pops died from victum mentality repeat the matrix

But it weighs on my shoulder how much we all need the saving

If i dont make it another statistic theyll be sayin you you aint try

When i been alone

You needed killy back you shoulda said so

Who Riding wit no back bone

The last track i rapped on

These niggas running lines back

Like manti teo

Tailer me tough like a pit strut

Did drugs the sum taking me

Inhale an eigth im not a drinker of the pain poison

My lungs choking like my name choven

Bitch give me brain cranking Beethoven

Stank my shit airborn hand wave the spank motion

Yall shit sound the same often

My spit over flow the walls creame pie

Like a bagel twistin bae mouth it gone hang open

Aint gotta say nothing to me bru imma freak

No mouth to mouth im clippin wings so angels answer me on day 1

Shout out to my day ones

And platos ill give yo bitch back

Made her knockneed black owned

No wallstreet them walls street cant pay no mind to whack hoes the hanus

The half known saiviors

Imma half known sermon of this rap zone

Staving off this last jay

Hoppin in his black Maybach

And take his rap chain half of niggas pass blame

Imma do this mad ways

Get mad plates suited or be strapped to fear that last bang

Starving in my sleep ramen noodles for these past days

Bruva said you dash to rockafella or you smack dame

Mental on its last leg

Shoulder on its last lays

Brush it off hevy nah fasho thats not my rap phase

Tappin off the roof get the scoop

Cut the scabs pay my due Im coming back great

It aint no option nigga

Please

In my head

Made it to the end

I dunno what to say now

Made it to the end

I dunno what to say now

Is this just another test

Is it just another trade off

Is it just another fake out

You see ion know

Please get me what im owed

Please give me what im owed

Please

In my head

Made it to the end

I dunno what to say now

Made it to the end

I dunno what to say now

Is this just another test

Is it just another trade off

Is it just another fake out

You see ion know

Please get me what im owed

Please give me what im owed

Please give me what im owed

Please get me what im owed

Please give me what im owed

Please give me what im owed

Please get me what im owed

Please give me what im owed

Please give me what im owed

Please get me what im owed

Came to terms that my fam don't believe in me

Makes me question how im really raised and who by my side

Thinking back what black family dont move in secrecy

They could be the crabs in the barrel without an open mind

Open in the booth cause speakin truth

I wasnt taught to do anxiety dont help

When all they say is that im losing time

A before the L i gotta stay in front

K between divide i felt divide enough when growing up

Im goin past the

Giving fucks wit phony fam the simple shit

Burdens weigh a simple ton

Wrapping round you simple tin foil my former life

Wit cuzzo hadda tip for you

Ion grip my parter did that shit for you

Plans expect that shit foiled

Stan the booth and grow wit all my mixed oils

Spoil the goons turn on the loops a nigga goes

Till inna tomb could go on boats

Or maybe roofs could go on drums or maybe flutes

Then flip a slope into a stoop a stone a rove into a coup capone the

Slums compose the drums into a move

They'll learn to possem to a monster

Talkin shit but this confessions filled wit drama

Drunken smoke nigga

My love is short nigga

I never post nigga

Cause every ex gone leave a heart jus to provoke niggas

If this is god im talking to what do i owe niggas

Yo fuck da fame im jus tired of being broke nigga

Let momma eat ill never mind bein uknown

Fuck a punchline its crunch time im doing this to cope so lemme know

Getting what im owed nigga im just trapped

Im just tryin to zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

Beautiful isnt he