Aye
Yeah
Talk to em'
Talk to em'
Talk to em'
Ay delegating til our plates clear
We only cutting corners til they play fair
For our state taxes all we get is state fairs
Tryna get ahead and all we get is grey hairs
Spending all these coins we aint really got
Our kids tik tok'n working on they Diddy bop
While they profit off our waves on they mini yachts
Pac warned us bout this years ago did he not?
They hid the books and gave our youth the gram
Now we see the world through pretty filters pretty scam
See so much not even seeing who we really am
Or who we really are huh silly man
But I ain't gon cry over spilled milk im not
Im not gon sit and act ungrateful for the things I got
Im not gon treat all of these blessings like they owed to me
Im not gon keep letting new ouu get old to me
Na na na that's growth innit
Every time I explain my views to them they don't get it
They like why yo music ain't never got no boast in it
Cause a garden just can flourish without growth in it
And you can't feed yo family off the bread that you say you got but really don't you cant
And they shortys not gon stick around when they see that you really don't
Got the things you say you had
You ghost to em like where he at
You self burdened now carry that you bitch
You self burdened now carry that lil bitch
You self burdened now carry that
Aye nigga now carry that
Yeah wearing a mask won't get you to the places that Jim Carrey at
Lying bout you running it won't get yo ass where Barry at
Focusing on them birds aint gon get yo ass where Larry at okay okay
Why is it we love locking her down still won't marry that
Clear to see that trauma does run deep still cant bury that
How we ever gon break the curse if we don't find where our spirt at where our spirt at okay
Okay
Okay
How we ever gon break the curse if we don't find where our spirt at yeah
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Aye
Yeah
Talk to em'
Talk to em'
Talk to em'
Ay delegating til our plates clear
We only cutting corners til they play fair
For our state taxes all we get is state fairs
Tryna get ahead and all we get is grey hairs
Spending all these coins we aint really got
Our kids tik tok'n working on they Diddy bop
While they profit off our waves on they mini yachts
Pac warned us bout this years ago did he not?
They hid the books and gave our youth the gram
Now we see the world through pretty filters pretty scam
See so much not even seeing who we really am
Or who we really are huh silly man
But I ain't gon cry over spilled milk im not
Im not gon sit and act ungrateful for the things I got
Im not gon treat all of these blessings like they owed to me
Im not gon keep letting new ouu get old to me
Na na na that's growth innit
Every time I explain my views to them they don't get it
They like why yo music ain't never got no boast in it
Cause a garden just can flourish without growth in it
And you can't feed yo family off the bread that you say you got but really don't you cant
And they shortys not gon stick around when they see that you really don't
Got the things you say you had
You ghost to em like where he at
You self burdened now carry that you bitch
You self burdened now carry that lil bitch
You self burdened now carry that
Aye nigga now carry that
Yeah wearing a mask won't get you to the places that Jim Carrey at
Lying bout you running it won't get yo ass where Barry at
Focusing on them birds aint gon get yo ass where Larry at okay okay
Why is it we love locking her down still won't marry that
Clear to see that trauma does run deep still cant bury that
How we ever gon break the curse if we don't find where our spirt at where our spirt at okay
Okay
Okay
How we ever gon break the curse if we don't find where our spirt at yeah
Yeah
Talk to em'
Talk to em'
Talk to em'
Ay delegating til our plates clear
We only cutting corners til they play fair
For our state taxes all we get is state fairs
Tryna get ahead and all we get is grey hairs
Spending all these coins we aint really got
Our kids tik tok'n working on they Diddy bop
While they profit off our waves on they mini yachts
Pac warned us bout this years ago did he not?
They hid the books and gave our youth the gram
Now we see the world through pretty filters pretty scam
See so much not even seeing who we really am
Or who we really are huh silly man
But I ain't gon cry over spilled milk im not
Im not gon sit and act ungrateful for the things I got
Im not gon treat all of these blessings like they owed to me
Im not gon keep letting new ouu get old to me
Na na na that's growth innit
Every time I explain my views to them they don't get it
They like why yo music ain't never got no boast in it
Cause a garden just can flourish without growth in it
And you can't feed yo family off the bread that you say you got but really don't you cant
And they shortys not gon stick around when they see that you really don't
Got the things you say you had
You ghost to em like where he at
You self burdened now carry that you bitch
You self burdened now carry that lil bitch
You self burdened now carry that
Aye nigga now carry that
Yeah wearing a mask won't get you to the places that Jim Carrey at
Lying bout you running it won't get yo ass where Barry at
Focusing on them birds aint gon get yo ass where Larry at okay okay
Why is it we love locking her down still won't marry that
Clear to see that trauma does run deep still cant bury that
How we ever gon break the curse if we don't find where our spirt at where our spirt at okay
Okay
Okay
How we ever gon break the curse if we don't find where our spirt at yeah
Writer: STEVEN MARTIN
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid