[ Featuring
Tinashe ]
Blood stains on my clothes from fallen bros
He sobbin' while his body goin' cold on hallway floor
Just another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose (yeah)
(Lookin' for a long way out of here)
Lockjaw from Molly I got from random broad at Coachella, we go hard
She wanna ménage with' me just for the thrill of it all, all
(Lookin' for a long way out of here)
Tired of these niggas tryna' bond, you a vagabond
Go read the Bible or the Quran since you got time
Instead of worryin' 'bout mine, nigga
House foreclosed but nobody knows
I'm walkin' around with yellow golds
Sierra Leone stones, just stuck in this hellhole
All I need is you (damn)
(It's another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose)
(Another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose)
If it's matter over mind, the stars are aligned
All I need is you
(It's another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose)
(Another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose)
Never gonna apologize 'cause I love what I like
(Yeah)
Twenty dollars a gram in a plastic bag
Back in high school was everlastin'
Now we get blasted in the bathroom at the Grammys (uh)
I'm eatin' fried chicken with chopsticks
Watch this, I pop shit like Redenbach', bitch
Plot thickens, guap flippin'
It don't matter if the clock tickin'
I'm not trippin' 'cause my watch glisten (uh)
Yeah, ghetto tales over yellowtail, it never fails
The parallel pairs well, this shit is unreal
Motherf*cker you can't tell
Cop cars and squabbles in backyards
My mom was a black queen, my dad was a crack fiend
What that mean? A down bitch all I need (Yeah, uh)
All I need is you
(It's another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose)
(Another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose)
If it's matter over mind, the stars are aligned
Lookin' for the long way down, oh
(It's another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose)
(It's another ghetto twenty-four, shit, I suppose)
Never gonna apologize 'cause I love what I like (oh)
