Paradise (feat. Helen Hailu) Video (MV)

Grab on for deer life, as I'm scootin through the burbs
Seat belt off and I'm driving off of curbs
Yes, I do well with curves and the angles
Car parked rims still still mangled, hair still tangled

Southern Hics, the only definite
Gotta scratch that itch
Life don't feel good
It feels great, it feels immaculate

Accurate Description of my issues no prescription
Feels like it's television we out her suburban livin'

Welcome to the good life, just moved up out the hood life
Mama gotta raise, a new job so we doing nice

But every week, the
Ask for license registration
Damn officer, my life don't need your validation

Awkward Conversations bring the complications yea we know that
Neighborhood watch stop and state "where they staying at"
The smallest house on the cul-de-sac

It's a dead end, my thoughts on integration?
What's the point we won't ever blend

My only sin is my skin, thought this move would be a blessing
But I'm not seen as neighbor, see my presence as a weapon

Classmates think I'm second rate, unless I'm playing ball
Yo daddy voted for Reagan, Trump, Bush I cant f*ck with y'all

Becky bumping lines, Brittany hit me one more time
Cortez did the same crime tried to give him 3-9

Submerged in the purge think I'm trapped in disturbia
On second thought, damn it's just white suburbia

Grab on for deer life, as I'm scootin through the burbs
Seat belt off and I'm driving off of curbs
Yes, I do well with curves and the angles
Car parked rims still still mangled, hair still tangled

Southern Hics, the only definite
Gotta scratch that itch
Life don't feel good
It feels great, it feels immaculate

Accurate Description of my issues no prescription
Feels like it's television we out her suburban livin'

Lets get into something
It's the end of day, but I don't feel the Lord is coming
Running from everything that is pure
The storm is passing over but how much more can we endure

Thinking likes get him stripes
All these instagram pics pics
Caught up in the hype
Now he's a walking lick

Now they In yo crib
Pistol whipped, bruised ribs
Know the scripture says forgive
But he cannot let them live

We on go, we on 10
F*ck yo kin, f*ck yo friends
Out here ridin, if you ain't bout bout it don't hop in
Type of game where no one wins
Only one way that this ends
With a mag that extends
Attitude is revenge

Cant believe these niggas tried to test my gangsta
Got a phone call, Stacy did you ya favor
I know who robbed you, it was neighbor
They bragging bout the shit, get em now f*ck later

Got the drip, at the light bust a U
Seen them walking down the block, aye lil Nigga what it do

Three lunatics sick hopping out the Grand Marquis
Look the devil in the eye, hope he made his final peace

Got the bibles on the dash
When the pistols blast
You got feel that rath
Emptied out the mag

Then we smashed
Ran the light, they ran the tags

Did em up up and hit em up
Put guns in the bag
Put the bag in the trunk
Burn rubber kick dust