Tales

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, uh

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, uh

Tell you all about it, from mopeds to dope heads

Tell you all about it, pops livin' and still dead

Tell you all about it, rag blue, but bleed red

Tell you all about it, TV done got us all

Tell you all about it, Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Who that N-word in that candy glow? (glow)

Who that kid with no drive but at the park? (park)

You niggas tag it on walls, we spray the cars, uh (uh)

Nigga, you that dude behind tape, surrounded art, uh (uh)

Drop the jet, I found my arch, uh (uh)

Before Instagram, we gram first the month (yeah)

Before the gates on our block, we in the front (uh, yeah)

Before I called you my friend, we shot the ones (uh)

Stress smoke in my blunt, I need the funds, uh (yeah)

Low (nigga)

I could’ve went D1 but like, I wasn't with it

My SATs and grades was high enough but I wasn't with it

I couldn’t bring my dawgs with me so I wasn't with it

With the biscuit off the counter, me and Floyd get to dumping

Not a drop of blood in us but can't say we ain't cousins

Was on the thizz all week, I think I'm finally recovering

I'll tell you 'bout it, uh

Woo (yo)

I'll tell you

My feelings, my demons

I’m living, I’m dreaming

I'll tell you ’bout it

I've found it, I've tried it

I felt it, my fire

How many tears am I gon' shed ’fore I go? Uh

The pigs been on us, my heart been skipping

I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect

A star is born, sometimes I drive by needy

My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't have shit on the smoke

The homies tell me I'm a burden but never threw me a rope

They left me hanging on the corner, my whole life is my stash

One more strike, I'm with the lifers, split the fifty in half

I watch a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids

We keep the cycle back and forth, the demons smother our gifts

They put percentages in front of us, wouldn't give us a chance

The only way that we'll see 30 'less we live in the can

Probably miss my mom funeral, my daughter a ho

Because the man of the house ain't the man no more

And the bitch I call my girl, she done found my dope

I sent her in a deep depression 'til her post went ghost

And I just sit and watch from Hell as the pyro grow

So long stuck behind the fire, tryna clown my flow

I'll tell you 'bout it

(Woo)