Lyrics Owed Us - A-kil

Laid off same shit its a different day im job hunting
Snot running keep yo nose out when they pop sum
Prop number dropped cause i was on the clock lunching
Lots pretend to be kurmit you learn they is not jumping
My bad im caught between you and i
I Jot Knowledge
I aint trippin theres plenty pride i aint not drop yet
Visualize my stimmy will stear me to stock markets
Minimizing thoughts aint no shit when they not harmless
Im sorry but maybe im taking this angel too far
But the drops boundless wit demons
I wont face look at my face yo it was stained wit fear seen jason
Relived the scenes of street hatred i seen fakers
Running rounds wit they team wit no temp they been blankers
I jus hope my family know that i aint street chasing
Ion talk to em much when alone it seem safest
The only child from either side nd i seen
Greatness
My pops died from victum mentality repeat the matrix
But it weighs on my shoulder how much we all need the saving
If i dont make it another statistic theyll be sayin you you aint try
When i been alone

You needed killy back you shoulda said so
Who Riding wit no back bone
The last track i rapped on
These niggas running lines back
Like manti teo
Tailer me tough like a pit strut
Did drugs the sum taking me
Inhale an eigth im not a drinker of the pain poison
My lungs choking like my name choven
Bitch give me brain cranking Beethoven
Stank my shit airborn hand wave the spank motion
Yall shit sound the same often
My spit over flow the walls creame pie
Like a bagel twistin bae mouth it gone hang open
Aint gotta say nothing to me bru imma freak
No mouth to mouth im clippin wings so angels answer me on day 1
Shout out to my day ones
And platos ill give yo bitch back
Made her knockneed black owned
No wallstreet them walls street cant pay no mind to whack hoes the hanus
The half known saiviors
Imma half known sermon of this rap zone
Staving off this last jay
Hoppin in his black Maybach
And take his rap chain half of niggas pass blame
Imma do this mad ways
Get mad plates suited or be strapped to fear that last bang
Starving in my sleep ramen noodles for these past days
Bruva said you dash to rockafella or you smack dame
Mental on its last leg
Shoulder on its last lays
Brush it off hevy nah fasho thats not my rap phase
Tappin off the roof get the scoop
Cut the scabs pay my due Im coming back great
It aint no option nigga

Please
In my head
Made it to the end
I dunno what to say now
Made it to the end
I dunno what to say now
Is this just another test
Is it just another trade off
Is it just another fake out
You see ion know
Please get me what im owed
Please give me what im owed
Please
In my head
Made it to the end
I dunno what to say now
Made it to the end
I dunno what to say now
Is this just another test
Is it just another trade off
Is it just another fake out
You see ion know
Please get me what im owed
Please give me what im owed
Please give me what im owed
Please get me what im owed
Please give me what im owed
Please give me what im owed
Please get me what im owed
Please give me what im owed
Please give me what im owed
Please get me what im owed

Came to terms that my fam don't believe in me
Makes me question how im really raised and who by my side
Thinking back what black family dont move in secrecy
They could be the crabs in the barrel without an open mind
Open in the booth cause speakin truth
I wasnt taught to do anxiety dont help
When all they say is that im losing time
A before the L i gotta stay in front
K between divide i felt divide enough when growing up
Im goin past the

Giving fucks wit phony fam the simple shit
Burdens weigh a simple ton
Wrapping round you simple tin foil my former life
Wit cuzzo hadda tip for you
Ion grip my parter did that shit for you
Plans expect that shit foiled

Stan the booth and grow wit all my mixed oils
Spoil the goons turn on the loops a nigga goes
Till inna tomb could go on boats
Or maybe roofs could go on drums or maybe flutes
Then flip a slope into a stoop a stone a rove into a coup capone the

Slums compose the drums into a move
They'll learn to possem to a monster
Talkin shit but this confessions filled wit drama
Drunken smoke nigga
My love is short nigga
I never post nigga
Cause every ex gone leave a heart jus to provoke niggas
If this is god im talking to what do i owe niggas
Yo fuck da fame im jus tired of being broke nigga
Let momma eat ill never mind bein uknown
Fuck a punchline its crunch time im doing this to cope so lemme know

Getting what im owed nigga im just trapped
Im just tryin to zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
Beautiful isnt he