Lyrics Hoodies - Ben Beal

Crashed the mu'fuckin Bentley
Marilyn back in with the Henny
Yeah, the crib wasn't weird, the boss sent me
Moved to the city, I'm a city kid, doing city shit
Little Peep's out drugs, this shit is ridiculous
Smoke a jewel on the plane, let it resonate
I'm a mu'fuckin dog, better regulate
All these people love to talk this shit and delegate
Bring down the president with tear gas and hand grenades
Let's go

Used to wonder why I'm not Drake yet
I don't got a real crew, I only get fake tats
I was in a coma, hard to fix things
Now my future brighter than a spray tan
These kids are not your friends
These kids are not your friends
These kids are not your friends
I'mma keep it movin' till my fuckin' life ends, oh

Used to get stopped to just crash and then ride
Goin' to class in that mu'fuckin sky
T-T-Take a couple [?], know I got a white mind
Wake up in a hospital, never know why
Never know why I wasn't paid at eighteen
Say they never pull it with Goldie and gravy
Phone and a pager, all these bands payin' me
Used to be a joke, now my life is just a dream

Used to wonder why I'm not Drake yet
I don't got a real crew, I only get fake tats
I was in a coma, hard to fix things
Now my future brighter than a spray tan
These kids are not your friends
These kids are not your friends
These kids are not your friends
I'mma keep it movin' till my fuckin' life ends, oh

I didn't have friends, so I smoked weed
Four years later, and I can't fuckin' breathe
Hit up B. West for the word on the street
(Little G.O.Ds if you need some)
You don't even have a style,
You were beggin' for my mother fuckin hand-me-downs
Down up in my Yammy town
Do you all fuckin' understand me now?
I've been standin' down, but now I'm high as fuck
Eyes are shut
Been a kid since I don't know em' but who gives a fuck?
I got way too many problems, but can't open up
I'm so focused while these kids all roastin' us
I did a show for blank faces, it was dope
Lost so much money on the mother fuckin' road
Now all that's weird is the only thing I smoke
And that's the only way it goes

Used to wonder why I'm not Drake yet
I don't got a real crew, I only get fake tats
I was in a coma, hard to fix things
Now my future brighter than a spray tan
These kids are not your friends
These kids are not your friends
These kids are not your friends
I'mma keep it movin' till my fuckin' life ends, oh