[Verse 1: Jorge Vidrio]
Tires skiddin' on the road off
The next street over past depression, that's the next stop
You had me there at new job
I'm sifting through the gutter waste, filled with my emotions
Where the women, where the women
Where the women at
Ya lucky I ain't hopped out
Showed you where you put them at
The market's free, we're free, I'm free
Ain't it feel good to be hit with tire screech breeze?
I believe I'll amount to nothing
But at least I still believe in something, aye
Quarter flip drops tails, I'm running
'Cause bodies run around with no heads or nothing, aye
I believe I'll amount to nothing
But at least I still believe in something, aye
Quarter flip drops tails, I'm running
'Cause bodies run around with no heads or nothing, aye
[Hook: Franklin]
Start with an idea
Prove it they amnesia
Wish I coulda stood up
Instead of put my hood up
But it was, people that I looked up
We told 'em, we showed 'em
No stardom, post-mortem
Start with an idea
Prove it they amnesia
Wish I coulda stood up
Instead of put my hood up
But it was, people that I looked up
We told 'em, we showed 'em
No stardom, post-mortem
[Verse 2: Franklin]
Everything I did it, did it for the game
Don't belong on this beat, but I'ma kill it anyway
I gotta backdoor, we gon do it when I say
Not sure why my morals all astray
Man you niggas only real for the night
Man you niggas on the Fisher Price
I ain't from New York, barely lived in Cali
Livin' right up in the middle, but I wish it was the Valley
All I knew is who I followed, showin' off my desperado
I.e. M.C., hit it
Was all about that business
But I still played tennis
Rackin' up on business
Building public status
Innocence hiatus
In a sense I hate us
With this my intentions not in preening, nigga
[Hook: Franklin]
Start with an idea
Prove it they amnesia
Wish I coulda stood up
Instead of put my hood up
But it was, people that I looked up
We told 'em, we showed 'em
No stardom, post-mortem
Start with an idea
Prove it they amnesia
Wish I coulda stood up
Instead of put my hood up
But it was, people that I looked up
We told 'em, we showed 'em
No stardom, post-mortem
[Verse 3: renzo]
What up, comin' from an island, came from the Ohana
Stood up crying on the grave of my favorite grandmother
Wish I could’ve stayed up on the ‘pelago with auntie
But I stayed on fuckin’ up my life by being dumb and cocky
I wish I had a life with meaning
Some iconic little being
With a seating next to God’s judgement gun, cock it
Instead this one is set to plummet
And it ends with me jumping off the summit 'til i break, it’s cunnin’
I want to satisfy the hundreds
Want em to dance in their coffins
Want to leave em all flummoxed
But right now i don’t feel it comin’
Should’ve done somethin’ ‘bout it
But I’m too busy with fallin’, off
Sometimes still hear the adults scoff
But when I’m bigger and I’m older
I’ma say i never had enough
And when the goings really get tough
I can appreciate the family that i never would’ve thought to love
[Bridge: Franklin]
You said it but I meant it
Credit's due where I knew how it made me
Genes like my grandmother
Yeah you said it actin' like it right up on my conscious
Right up on my nonsense
I don't know if you're righteous, if I'm righteous, if there's righteousness
Every time I think it's like I'm out of cryogenics
Undertaking my failed eugenics
Never crosstalk 'cause I'm Cat6
Try to touch on politics and dip my toes in River Styx
But pulled it back, I let my clock tick
[Hook: Franklin]
Start with an idea
Prove it they amnesia
Wish I coulda stood up
Instead of put my hood up
But it was, people that I looked up
We told 'em, we showed 'em
No stardom, post-mortem
Start with an idea
Prove it they amnesia
Wish I coulda stood up
Instead of put my hood up
But it was, people that I looked up
We told 'em, we showed 'em
No stardom, post-mortem
Start with an idea
Prove it they amnesia
Wish I coulda stood up
Instead of put my hood up
But it was, people that I looked up
We told 'em, we showed 'em
No stardom, post-mortem
Start with an idea
Prove it they amnesia
Wish I coulda stood up
Instead of put my hood up
But it was, people that I looked up
We told 'em, we showed 'em
No stardom, post-mortem
