S.A.D. (Shit Ain't Deep) [feat. Osbe Chill] [Demo]

Dom Kennedy:

The first time I hopped on a plane to handle some BI

I probably had my headphones on playing some TI

I probably pinched your girlfriend ass up in the VI

Word to my other self, it’s like I could predict the future

I taught them own your masters, they say I'm just a rapper

Rich **** with attitude, my lifestyle ya’ll adapted

Yeah this another chapter, cleaner than your pastor

Pimpin’ Ken on the microphone, my pockets fat

I made this one from scratch somewhere between the hi hats

When I leave she say come back

All blue hunnids, but the car is matte black

That's if we speak in facts

My stage presence known to make pretty women collapse

That wouldn't be the first time, not even the last

the government set up Tupac, he was pro black

So I'll be going hard until they tell me it's a wrap

Y'all give us guns and make up laws, no wonder it's called the trap

All blue hunnids in the car is matte black

When I pray now, I say thank you for all I have

Way too invested in this now to go outside

Don't need interviews with Vlad

Money talks. Get a bag

JasonMartin:

Another day, another problem, bro

Shit ain't sweet

Get money, stay ready tho

Shit ain't deep, for real.

Another play, a couple commas

Still ain't hit our peak

Get money, stay ready tho

Shit ain't deep, for real

JasonMartin:

Coffee sippin, rolling up to Lailah Hathaway

From the city from where you judged by ghetto accolades

Who shot who, who fucked who

Who wears red, but maybe once before wore blue

It all depends on who wearing the jewelry at the campfire

Shining like sapphire, using **** satire

To lighten the blow to get they real shit off

Each one teach one, even the real can get lost

Floss killed like liquor that's spilled on clean shirts,

Only things I pay attention don't pay for bitch purse

Mecca from the section, remind them each first

Extra with the extras get spent, you play turnt buddy

But I don't even really want to do that

Moronic ignorance ain't even where my mood at

I'm trying to be the one that finally brought the truth back

Mean every word and boy, I'm down to fuckin prove that

So take a trip on the right side

Slightly high, eating bolognese up at Nice Guys

Watch the small flex, no jewels - yeah, the right kind

Fit check chick check, it’s looking like our time

Osbe Chill:

Nothing comes easy, gotta work for this life

Word of advice, now I'm about to turn up tonight

Toast to the sky, pop Ace and pourin it out

Celebratin’ when we never thought of makin it out

Thrivin through doubt, and they say I'm drownin it out

Couldn't read the room until I started soundin it out

Bank account negative, but started balancin out

And all I did was believe in myself

I'm reachin for stars

Brainstorming, reaching for bars

This time I'm taking it far

They like, Osbe, keep going, you hard

Hoods love me, and that's who I keep doing it for

Build a rapport, be good, and then keepin the score

Pray to the source, now the valet open the door

Battles with life, but I've been winning the war

And coming for more

All I wanted to do was soar

Surrounded by real ones on the same accord

JasonMartin:

Coffee sippin, rolling up to Lailah Hathaway

From the city from where you judged by ghetto accolades

Who shot who, who fucked who

Who wears red, but maybe once before wore blue

It all depends on who wearing the jewelry at the campfire

Shining like sapphire, using **** satire

To lighten the blow to get they real shit off

Each one teach one, even the real can get lost

Hook (JasonMartin)

Another day, another problem, bro

Shit ain't sweet

Get money, stay ready tho

Shit ain't deep, for real.

Another play, a couple commas

Still ain't hit our peak

Get money, stay ready tho

Shit ain't deep, for real