Paridise - 50-150 Lyrics

A nigga goin quarantine crazy
I'm back home where niggas hang banging like the 80's
Palm trees and bomb weed
This young P that's all me
Where most times I wonder if this rap shit is for me

Who the f*ck told you this rappin shit was slight
You'll probably be done with all of your rappin shit tonight
Time is tickin
I'm 18 goin' on 45
Cadillac crusin' a nigga been along for the ride

Saddle up settle down
On your mark
I come from f*cking poverty
Bitch I ain't have your start

I see it's systematic
White America got me upper handed
And Uncle Sam gon hold me back until I can't find advantage

Rat racing cash chasin' last place in line
For food stamps and housing
I'm Rey lose my mind
Been on my grind for nickels and dimes
But it's worth it
I guess I gotta decide on my purpose

Tickled my temple and contemplated on getting out
I'm tik tokin' and instagramin' to sport the clout
Short and stout
Pick me up cause I'm pouring out
My heart in this shit
That's why it's dark in this bitch

But Ima tea off for that green till I can cop me a whip
And Ima scream into the mic till I can take me a trip
To another land
Maybe the motherland
Make sure that I can give all my sisters and brothers hands

Back up a nigga goin quarantine crazy
Stay back a nigga goin quarantine crazy

Fifty-one fifty he about six feet two sixty
I'm boutta let off six shots and then we bury him six feet