SS San Francisco

Wha-wha-wha what if I?

If I don't want to stay in here?

If I don't wanna pray in here?

What if I ain't doing it?

Wha-wha, but what if though?

If I ain't really fit like that?

If I won't wear some shit like that?

No no no no no

But what I know

(We ain't supposed to be there, we ain't supposed to live in it)

I can't take it anymore

(It ain't supposed to be this way, it ain't supposed to be this way)

Not anymore

No no no no no

We won't last

(We ain't supposed to be there, we ain't supposed to live in it)

Don't be sad

(It ain't supposed to be this way, it ain't supposed to be this way)

Don't be mad

You made the bed for yourself, so sad

Can't protect yourself

Don't be mad

You'll go mad

(We ain't supposed to be there, we ain't supposed to live in it)

You'll go mad

Don't be mad

Stone, hard to move 'em, wrong, hard to prove 'em

On the crater on the Moon, watchin' home movies

Will they change the time up? Will they 4: 42 it?

I can't eat no ground stuff, I like to toaster strudel' it

They ain't got no gravity, I'm floatin in some coochie

Reason for insanity, I ain't got one to use it

Know my body mad at me because it's goin' through it

Scared to have some kids because the world be goin' through it

I ain't goin' through that, you can't just force me through it, shit

Nah, I ain't gon' do it, nah, I ain't gon' do it

Got kin buried in the dirt

And we just gon' uproot and deuces?

They say it come in all shape and sizes, they can make it just for you kid

They tried to show me the floor plans, say it matter how big your bed is

Say: You choose a twin and you can put a little studio where that shit is

Twenty bands in incentives

And that just go depending on how much your rent is, shit

I don't think they get it

Hold up, I ain't finished

Auntie say she can go for four years and come back just breaded

Said they're payin' folks to keep it clean and everyone fed, shit

Oh, you gon' wait on some Bruce Wayne-ass nigga, on some Alfred shit?

Nah, more like Geoffrey Butler, haven't you see Fresh Prince kid?

I don't think she get it, she just too hardheaded, shit

There ain't no difference 'cept, you just workin' for niggas, but

Plus you gon' get vetted and, prolly check your credit, so

Prolly just forget get it but, plus your ass is trippin'

But what I know

Is I can't take it anymore

Not anymore

No no no no no