Lyrics
drop that shit
I had a problem ha, what s the point of havin dreams if you never try
and the history that i recite
momma told me that i had to fight
drop that shit
cause they say he told twenty lies
beating on the bleachers
Nothing but raps and words were in my noggin yuh, to my future Bleachers, that your mind can t conceive
Got fronted by the man, you can t learn from a teacher naw
cause it done got so bor
Fuck that shit, what s the point of havin dreams if you never try
twenty-fives
and the history that i recite
When i m beatin on the bleachers, i know loners
what s the point of havin dreams if you never try
And white folks don t speak, all about the streets and ways that it ll burn ya bow, cause they say he told twenty lies
Beating on the bleachers bleachers, and white folks don t speak, tryna get my lyrics right yeah
I m tryna capture something more sorry, i m in the empty gym, but i don t wanna be stuck
And the history that i recite, turned my schoolbooks to rap pads and journals yuh
tryna get my lyrics right yeah
All about the streets and ways that it ll burn ya bow, nothing but raps and words were in my noggin yuh, and lyrics tight yuh
i had a problem ha
And my words are my main weapon yuh, beating on the bleachers bleachers
tryna get my lyrics right yeah
And i believe i believe, they close doors naww, nothing but raps and words were in my noggin yuh
fuck genocide
tryna get my lyrics right yeah
I m sayin hi hi, in a huddle blowing kisses through a pair of dice yuh, and my words are my main weapon yuh
Tryna get my lyrics right yeah, tryna get my lyrics right
How ya doing, gangstas call it paradise yuh Tre, the daily lows
beating on bleachers bleachers
Goodbye sar-o-nara, they say i m doomed Bleachers, and my words are my main weapon yuh
How to get my bars right, what s the point of havin dreams if you never try
tryna get my lyrics right yeah
it s been a week
Tryna get my lyrics right yeah, i m in the empty gym, and lyrics tight yuh
Tryna get my lyrics right yeah, junkies wear long sleeves to hide the dope sores yeah Playboy, beating on the bleachers bleachers