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Julian Alexander Narvaez
Julian Alexander Narvaez
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Alexis Julio Mendoza
Alexis Julio Mendoza
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Fuck all my problems Rather be dealing with commas Fuck all the people who try to diss on us Rather go kill em and hit em with llamas Fuck all my problems Rather be dealing with commas Fuck all the people who try to diss on us Rather go kill em and hit em with llamas How Could I explain this shit all of the pain within How Could I explain this shit all of the days we spent How Could I explain this shit dont play in the game im in How Could I explain this shit wont stop til we make it rich My money can't vanish or I start to panic Like times in the past when i was left stranded Smoke me some gas just so i can manage I aint feelin sad I aint feelin manic I dont need prozac I came from the granite Yellin out damn it this aint how i planned it I must be the hungriest man on the planet I'm brown and I'm proud I'm a down ass hispanic Drowned in a sound what i found is astoundin I'm bound to just bounce off the ground up a mountain The crowd is so loud that the ounce cant surmount it I'm downin a bottle thats full as a fountain Dirt that ive done is the dirt that i stand in Came from the mud had to stomp on some maggots No matter the weather I'm still out here standin No matter the cheddar JAMN still out here jamnin No there mother fucker could be like me dancin The others aint rap fresh, wrapped like plastic Sold me some dope I aint got reprimanded I aint a thief but I turn to a bandit I was dodgin the judge I was dodgin the mallet I was dealt a bad hand but I manage like gambit Pretty huge dreams they as big as titanic I'm gonna hold it down for my friends and my family Fuck all my problems Rather be dealing with commas Fuck all the people who try to diss on us Rather go kill em and hit em with llamas Fuck all my problems Rather be dealing with commas Fuck all the people who try to diss on us Rather go kill em and hit em with llamas How Could I explain this shit all of the pain within How Could I explain this shit all of the days we spent How Could I explain this shit dont play in the game im in How Could I explain this shit wont stop til we make it rich Pray that my God will forgive me For times that I did dirt and wrong I wasn't with the sinnin I live through the lack of the funds I wasn't born like this winnin This is all what I've become Forever my demons been grinnin I hope that I see some more suns Dancin inside of the pot I hope that I make it or else I am done My life is not righteous with thoughts I lived a long time to just be a plug Now look where thats got me Conscience looks over my shoulder Lucky that no one has shot me My hearts been gettin way colder Used to buy all at the swap meet Now I'm affordin some more See why some fiends want to rob me Never plan just to stay poor Dreamin of havin that lavish decor Inside some homes we're finally warm None of our clothes will ever be torn Unless if it's Yeezy that we can afford I've been the realist since I was born Do this for all of the ones that I mourn Fuck all my problems Rather be dealing with commas Fuck all the people who try to diss on us Rather go kill em and hit em with llamas How Could I explain this shit dont play in the game im in How Could I explain this shit wont stop til we make it rich
Writer(s): Julian Narvaez, Alexis Mendoza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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