50 States

Yeah I'm rapping over mediocre beats
That I fucking made in class because my family's got to eat
And I know I'm not supposed to go and say that stuff
But I gotta do this McDonald's ain't paying enough
Imagine if I had to raise a family
Minimum income while they still demanding me to work until I die
Work until I die, that's what everybody do why should I even fucking try?
'Cause I don't got a choice
I'm just cooped in my room trying to make some fucking noise
And some MF money, if I hurt your feelings no apology from me
Yeah you get more views but we making better music
That's a MF fact, ain't no way that you can't prove it
I'm a MF nuisance, trying to battle me? Then do it
Imma body you until everybody label me abusive

They worried bout some MF Jules in the bathroom
I'm worried about a military weapon in my classroom
Just look at the difference, safety and addiction
Such a tough decision, which one will the school be picking?
Oh
Students are full of the bullets, it's all fucking bullshit
Trump had the plug to the US then pulled it
Not one to judge though, I feel I'm misplaced
I belong anywhere except this place
More that I see, more I'm filled with distaste
Welcome to Hell
A.K.A 50 States

I know we gon' make it one day 'cause it is inevitable
Growing up in my old town is not comprehensible
I try my best to swallow the pain but it's indigestible
With everything I ever learned you know it's unforgettable
If you ever in my way I'll move you like a decimal
I demand respect and I won't leave until its plentiful
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, trust me I am sensible
To me you are a danger, I'm a painter and I'm skeptical
I'm sorry for talking shit though, I don't mean to endanger us
Having conversations with these strangers can be dangerous
I won't catch a case, but my homie well he's insane
It won't surprise me if we die because we yearn for getting famous

Tie some loose ends like the noose around your neck, I'm patient
Leave you brainless on the pavement, know your house is vacant
Using basics just to face it, cope without the payment
Come on bro, just stop getting all those damn probations
Take a look at my bera bitch I am better than heroin
And I'm rapping so tell a friend, homie don't get it twisted
I'm not with all the sipping 'cause you know I'm cut different
I never let the alcohol lobotomize all my feelings
Don't you get it twisted I'm not usually violent
But someone's stepping on my toes, and it's hard to stay silent
It's hard to stay silent I'm trying not to be violent
Remember tryna sleep at night and there were constantly sirens
These people dying over diamonds 'cause they ain't got no guidance
These mommas crying, bullets flying, there's one too many tyrants
Do I really want to get through life scraping for change
Or will we work until we die, you might as well call us slaves
I want to work with the greats, word to copy and paste
When I'm coming to heaven I pray my homies hold the gate open

I'm kind of feeling hopeless
I'm praying to the Omens
Hoping they don't leave me hopeless

50 States