Lyrics Kate - Jay Bel

I ain't been home in a minute
Nigga been out tryna get it
Yo the fam say don't let go your dreams until you get it
Now the fam say I ain't been the same they think I'm different
How that make sense? Went to school, didn't make sense
But thank God that we made tents
I ain't never been a nigga with a face sense
I been raw before a nigga could lay text
I bend raws and fill em until I'm smackdown
I'm stoned cold, finna break another pack down
And these days niggas arguing to compare
The fronts here, front here then you back down
My nigga don't talk shit when we not there
But everytime you see a nigga quiet back down
Cause you gon see a nigga since we on the map now
This our shit, get the fuck up off the Campground
Dissolve shit like a calculator, aw shit
Work out, since you way under the bar kid
Got sub shit like you underneath the Barclay's
I'm Barkley how a nigga finna sun shit
Sun chips, one spliff and a sunkist
One time, one time for the bud kids
More than one time, one time i got punished
Just for coming in smelling lovely, like "No more Company."
Still brought my bud in, like "Fuck rules."
She like fuck groove like she don't wanna move
If she don't wanna dance then I understand
But her other friends could all come through
This what it comes to, 18, I'm a young dude
Gang green like a bucks fan, tryna hang, bring your lungs too
We ain't leaving for nothing

Can't nobody tell me what I want
I been going crazy from the start
Wondering what life could want from me
While I'm just tryna live it comfortably
See I been thinking I should isolate
And hopefully I find the perfect place
All a nigga really wants some weed
While I'm just tryna live life comfortably
While I'm just tryna live life comfortably

[Voice: Like (sigh) I mean i-i see that but you can't live life
Comfortable without uh, without a job,
An education, like what are you doing?]

All a nigga wanted was some weed

[Voice: I mean,
If that's where your head's at your priorities are pretty fucked up]

I ain't not smoke in a year
I ain't not hold in a tear
Funny how the whole clique hot
Me and Lonji walked up in and now its frozen in here, Iceboy
Gold chandelier smoke in the air, know we in here
Lice boy, light boy finna glo' up in here
Been in the dark for a grip
They ain't know a nigga spit like he talk with a lisp
Mom looking at me like I'm off of the shits
Sorry I ain't with a job at the desk
I perform at the desk while they jocking my disk
Pocket fulla pot like I walk with a dish
Don't talk to me
All a nigga wanted was some sour fucking diesel

[Voice: Dropped out of school, huh?
That's the word around town. Think you Kanye? That's cute
How do you plan to support yourself?
With a fucking high school diploma, huh? you explain that to me
I mean, you have goals, you have dreams, but fuck your dreams you know
Get a fucking office job, work from 9-5 and make minumum wage
And then you-you know, you pay back,
You know, uh (sigh) everything you owe to society
And then in-in attemps to buy your soul
Back you uh, you die before you reach that but
You know, thats what lifes all about.]

[Voice: Look kiddo, im tryna talk some sense into you
I actually don't wana be a bully or anything
But i care about you and uh,
I got this job interview set up with UPS,
Hopefully you make it on time but you know
If your'e following your dreams i underts-- *dial tone*]

I'm tryna cop though