Lyrics Windows (feat. Andrew Bigs) - Rey Resurreccion , Andrew Bigs

My brotha got a smart phone in prison
I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison
My brotha got a smart (Yo, hello)
I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison (Yo yo wassup with you)

I've been looking for the sun out my window, out my window
I've been blowing smoke out my window, out my window
All I see is trouble out my window, out my window
Been looking for the sun out my window, out my window

(Ugh, yeah)
But how you figure he a killa
Galloping with Huns in the pillage like Attila
Do it for the 'Gram fake stuntin on the Insta
Money, drugs, guns and white boys that say ni (Hey)
The vanity will keep you in a sleeper hold
Shiny dreams control the mine like Cecil Rhodes
See I was in a room full of brodis
Kept my name clean and did my dirt by my lonely
Started out this whole thing when I was just a shorty
Big homies concrete gang banging in they 40's
But no sympathy you don't wanna see your enemy without your artillery
Bang

Mama need a job offer, how she gonna pay for rent
Work for all this money harder, end up with it all spent
It's like we throwing money out window
I'm so focused on the end goal, remember when I've been
Out here with my kinfolk, driving through the Eastside
Neighborhood I grew up in, same place D died
Same place we were kids, back when it was all simple
Nobody caught a case, back when it was all civil
Now I feel the world's gone crazy
My just my city, try not to let it phase me
All these young men taught never show emotion
Always keep it pushing, Always got to stay in motion
Looking out my window, out my window
Blowing smoke out my window, out my window

My brotha got a smart phone in prison
I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison
My brotha got a smart phone in prison
I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison
My brotha got a smart phone

Pop Pop, fireworks in my neighborhood
Man I hope my neighbors good
Mom is getting worried when I go out
People out here hanging out of windows at the In-n-Out
Growing up learning about, how the world works
We from the land of the money where we make the world turn
We all stacking our chips, just waiting our turn
People act like they got it way before they ever get it
We don't share the same concerns

(Ugh)
Maneuver with the boys through the neighborhood
You know the usual hooligans up to no good
Pop-pop bottle rockets aiming at your chakras
Lil homies at the corner watching for the coppers
Helicopters flying over city lights
I wrote graffiti on the wall but didn't fill it right
Caps trippin' they waiting for cats slippin'
Stayed up out of these streets just as soon as these raps written', I'm a -
See the world through my rear view
Ashing out the window, suckas I don't hear you
Even if you had a milli I wouldn't be near you
Come up in the circle sucka hater yeah we dare you
Don't be flossing round the wrong cats they might rob you
Hope you soaked the game up word to sayknowledge
(There they go, there they go)
Moving state to state still eating off of paper plates
Writing at the gate, waiting for the plane
And you know I'm sitting by the window