Goose - Splenda Lyrics

You from suburbs, not Compton
Just own it
Where I'm from they look down on the poets
Race each other in the dark backroads
Roll one up, not many gangs but you never know
Build the tension like MF Doom
Ain't no secret to everyone
You ain't tellin the truth
Daddy's an engineer, you ain't no Piru
Your very first car you got at 16
And it wasn't your car, you know what I mean
Where I'm from it ain't many people sippin that lean
It's mostly poor folks mixing battery acid and anti-freeze
That's real
And it ain't no f*cking bragging matter
Rather necessity that's directing me
To hide cash under my mattress
Or down three shots like a f*ckin hat trick
Motherf*cker imma show you what mad is
Take a picture
Make the lower class your bitch
While you use our sob stories to sell your shit
I'm so sick and tired of these motherf*cking rappers
Think they talkin too much shit
Imma snap em like a cracker
When I lay you on the ground
Put your wallet in my pocket
When I lay you on the ground
And look you right into your eyes
Taught myself music, couldn't afford no f*cking lessons
So how the f*ck you think you equal me
That is my f*ckin question
I'll split you and your bitch up, that's bond breaking
Jaw ajar, drooling, clean your shit up
Sonic emaciation
Weak ones who won't say shit
On the phone they act abrasive
But to your face they clearly fake it
How you five f*ckin' seven talk like you the shit?
Unless you're Kdot or Sproles, you a f*ckin manlet
So f*ck up off my dick
I'm rings of Saturn, on another planet
And if I had a VVS, I'd wear it to CVS
Just to flex, My whip sits in BBS
Innovative like a 3DS
Leave you wondering where the f*ckin relief is
In that good herb that we breathin in
The pretty little hook from See You Again
See, look here when I'm speaking to you
Ain't no punchlines, I'm just telling the truth
Ironic that racists say black folks are thieves
When it's white folks who stole it first
Don't bring that racist shit round me, you'll eat curb
When on the street you pass six drunks
Who smell like shit trunks
And there's nothing you can do but walk away
Cause it's nothing new to you
I step out my door, my desires vindictive
I don't owe the world, it owe me for living in it
I don't owe the world, it owe me for living in it
I don't owe the world, it owe me for living in it
I'm so sick and tired of these motherf*cking rappers
Think they talkin too much shit
Imma snap em like a cracker
When I lay you on the ground
Put your wallet in my pocket
When I lay you on the ground
And look you right into your eyes and tell you
I'm so f*cking tired of you stupid f*cking liars
Burnt on everything i spit, like boy this shit is fire
When I lay you on the ground but it's my words and not my fists
I don't owe the world, it owe me for living in it
I don't owe the world, it owe me for living in it
I don't owe the world, it owe me for living in it