untitled 08 | 09.06.2014.

Why so sad?

Walking around with them blue faces

She said I’m down on my luck

And it’s something I gotta have

Blue faces

I hit the bank today and told them color me bad

Blue faces

Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey

Two tears in the bucket I cry with you

But I could never lie with you

I could never afford not to afford

I could never put my plans to the side with you

I could never see a red light

Like a deer with a headlight

I freeze up when I re-up

See I barely have patience

And you're relating

Only the moment to complete us

Why you hate to work for it?

The reason I never went to work for it

See a nine to five was so jive turkey

But when Thanksgiving came that check didn’t hurt me

You plead the fifth

I read the Fifth Amendment

We both criminals with bad intentions

They say time heals all

But if I can shortcut

My success, Corvettes by tomorrow

Wait a minute!

Now, why you so sad?

Walking around with them blue faces

She said I’m down on my luck

And it’s something I gotta have

Blue faces

I hit the bank today and told them color me bad

Blue faces

Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey

My home girl got a credit card scam

She got a scholarship to college but she don’t give a damn

Intuition she got a broke bitch wishin'

She tell me this on the phone with the noodles in the pan

I know you, woman, I console you, woman

You feel like the universe owes you, woman

Oh the anticipation, of hoping you could make it

Bitches don't prosper chasing education

But you're talented, and can't handle it

And your homegirls can't be your manager

365 times four, plus more

If yan't get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina?

But shit, ain't no money like fast money

Even today I'm considered a crash dummy

A rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward?

My accolades better than all them

Why you so sad?

Walking around with them blue faces

She said I’m down on my luck

And it’s something I gotta have

Blue faces

I hit the bank today and told them color me bad

Blue faces

Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey

I wrote this song looking at a broke home baby

You know the poverty stricken the little broke boy and babies

Somebody yell "Kendrick American, they sho’ is crazy"

And I said “why?”

Then he looked me in the eye, and said "nigga you fucked up"

You’re banking on good luck, you wishing for miracles

You never been through shit, you’re crying hysterical

You settle for everything, complain about everything

You say you sold crack, my world amphetamine

Your projects ain’t shit, I live in a hut bitch

I'm living to keep warm, you living to pay rent

I prayed my way through by waiting on Allah

You played your way through, by living in sci-fi

Bullshitting yourself, you talking to strangers

Same thing goes for the ones you came with

When y'all came on the boat looking for hope

And all you can say is that you’re looking for dope

These days ain’t no compromise

And your pain ain’t mines half the time

A brand new excuse ain’t shit to me

Bitch I made my moves, with shackled feet

Cape Town

In today's day and age we practice the self pity of taking the easy way out

You wait on them, him and her

But when a blessing takes too long, that's when you go wrong

You selfish motherfucker

Why so sad?

Walking around with them blue faces

She said I’m down on my luck

And it’s something I gotta have

Blue faces

I hit the bank today and told them color me bad

Blue faces

Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey

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